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My daughter's friend, six months pregnant, died suddenly, leaving us all in shock.


Submitted:Jun 7, 2012    Reads: 23    Comments: 8    Likes: 2   


And when you've gone
What now?
Whose laugh will I hear
As ripples of flesh
Role down and up again
In mirthful
Jolliness?
Whose baleful eyes will hold mine
While tales of woe are told?
And whose baby girl will I behold
In wonder
And smile at the baleful likeness?


Not yours
For both are gone

And the hole left behind
Is fathomless.





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