Unborn Poem by Betty Kulawik

Unborn

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An unborn child I will not hear, cry,
Nor get to cradle and sing "Rock-a-Bye".
My womb is empty of a human soul,
Arms outstretched won't attain their goal.
The Lord has the answer--we question why.
The pain is immense, but I shall try,
Strive to overcome my loss and move ahead,
Til perhaps another soul fills the empty bed.

Thursday, January 2, 2003
Topic(s) of this poem: loss
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Lizzy Tomlinson 23 March 2006

This poem means so much to me. Well done.

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Betty Kulawik

Betty Kulawik

San Marcos, California, USA
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