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The Unborn

Rating: 3.8

Sometimes I can almost see, around our heads,
Like gnats around a streetlight in summer,
The children we could have,
The glimmer of them.

Sometimes I feel them waiting, dozing
In some antechamber - servants, half-
Listening for the bell.

Sometimes I see them lying like love letters

In the Dead Letter Office
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Michael Gale 11 February 2010

Yes, yet this piece somewhat seems to hint at or reminds us and man and woman, that in the end, Abortion is an anti-Christian sin and act, perpetrated by the thoughtless, bad. God bless us all-MJG.

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Sandra Feldman 09 December 2012

beautiful imagery, beautifully said. A poem that should be read by all abortionist

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Stephen W 07 January 2013

I don't think this poem has anything to do with abortion. What are people thinking?

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Alistair Graham 22 December 2012

Reminds me of the Buddhist belief of “souls” waiting to be reincarnated into a new body for a new round.

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Sonya Marco 14 December 2012

n some antechamber - servants, half- Listening for the bell. ...I love this poem!

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Kim Barney 01 July 2021

Just revisiting some of the poems on my favorites list......

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Keith Brown 23 April 2020

This is another of your poems worthy of poem of the day

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Sally Plumb Plumb 23 April 2020

I love songs about babies.

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Alem Hailu G/kristos 23 November 2017

The way you crated the poem is amazing.It conjures the image in one's mind

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Lawanya Wijesekara 20 June 2016

i love this poem....feel I've been there with the same feeling And sometimes, like tonight, by some black Second sight I can feel just one of them Standing on the edge of a cliff by the sea In the dark, stretching its arms out Desperately to me. .... and our arms seem too short.... to reach out to catch the hand held with hope... just a little too short..

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