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Monday, February 27, 2012

Flown

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Your soul flickered into existence,
and fought to catch a flame.
White coats tried to bring you back,
as your mother called your name.
I thought I might have felt your touch,
as your parting spirit fled.
On your assent, did you look down,
to an angels effigy on the bed?
Your lifeless form before us lye,
natures spite left bitter feeling.
We sat before your guttered glow,
stunned, bereft and reeling.
I never led you to your first steps,
but I still miss your hand in mine,
and never have our eyes both met,
but how I've longed to see them shine.
White wood for your bedclothes,
and the cold earth for your cot.
Though, no life left to remember,
You shall never be forgot.
Marlon Janaway
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COMMENTS
Danny Draper 27 February 2012
This is a beautiful and sad dedication to a little soul taken so prematurely. Condolences for your loss, although no words could ever fill that eternal void in space and time or know the individual pain.
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Valerie Dohren 27 February 2012
A lovely poem - you may like to read mine on the same subject entitled Stillborn (not autobiographical) .
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Dave Walker 27 February 2012
A really great poem, like it, a great write. May i invit you to read my new poem called, Ghost.
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