Poetry Blog by Kayleigh Denton
Days pass me by, weeks and months, half a year.
Yet the empty carcass of our tainted love lingers near.
Each night is hard to bare, dark, lonely, icy cold.
Without your comforting embrace, without you here to hold.
I try distraction, try anger, try passing fancies too.
But it's futile, nothing compares to the perfectly imperfect you.
Monday 1st January 2018 4:08 pm
Small, subtle, barely there, and ever so slight.
Were the precious little flutters I felt first tonight.
Faint waves of hello, I am here, feel my touch.
I knew then, my child, I adored you so much.
Ten fingers, ten toes, would you have daddy's eyes?
Would you sleep through the night? Or wake Mama with your cries?
Such questions left unanswered, our time tainted from the start.
Sunday 24th December 2017 12:02 am
Tuesday 28th November 2017 6:34 pm
Three times a mother, factual, though agonising to accept.
You asked me where my children are, I merely wept.
You see dear, my motherhood is not one of physicality.
It is that of the heart, of the soul, spirituality.
It is true that when a child is born, crying, alive.
A mother's will is to protect it, a goal to which she will strive.
But what happens when but a faint heartbeat fails to be?
Monday 27th November 2017 8:39 pm
Sunday 26th November 2017 10:57 pm
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