The Unborn Poem by James McLain
The Unborn
Just the sight of a star filled night,
my first love was for you and all the rest.
Each hot ember from the fire,
where I was burned I feel inside lies empty
like a robins nest.
However this plays out,
our views they slowly, ever slowly
now leave doubt.
This empty feeling that I feel,
and how my daughter feels about her life.
That day I know has passed,
and like the past is now alright.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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