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CLAIRE'S PINK NURSERY

Poetry By: Terry Collett
Poetry


Tags: Cot, Death


That’s her there,
He said, our Claire.
Bright isn’t she

To look at? Only
She died aged one.


Submitted:Apr 4, 2007    Reads: 106    Comments: 4    Likes: 0   


That's her there,
He said, our Claire.
Bright isn't she

To look at? Only
She died aged one.
No fun

Being caught
Out like that. Brought
Her home full of pride

Then she died
A year later in her cot.
Didn't know what

To say or do
It rather empties you
Of all sense of being

Not seeing
Her there with those eyes
Or early morning cries.

He turned the photo round
And left the room without a sound
And on the door was marked to see:

Little Claire's pink nursery.





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