stephanie varnadore


A Gift After Time - Poem by stephanie varnadore

The point upon which I break
Is when another is following my wake.
This other only leaves after time,
But before then, leaving is a crime.
I cannot fathom
The growth of this phantom.
Only time will tell
When to ring the bell.
Months go by,
I still proceed to try.
As I begin to grow,
With every breath, I breath and blow.
I have stayed strong,
For the time was long.
Now I will hold with pride
The baby I bore as she cried.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 1, 2012



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