Lost Bub. - Poem by Melissa Coventry
It’s a niggling feeling,
It’s a faint… but constant pain.
Of something I lost once,
Well torn from me, ripped from my grasp,
And hidden by a godly nun,
Of a face, a face of a baby boy.
A baby, mine… I never…
(Block it out and forget about it)
Never there was a baby,
It’s only in my dreams I hear his… a cry?
I tell me, they look away,
There WAS no baby,
I WAS no mother…
Then how come I have the scar?
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