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Your death has brought about tears, despair and gloom.
Usually pregnancies last nine months but you had a longer wait.
You carried me for ten months, I was a month late.
From the day I was born until the day you died, we shared a special bond.
You were always there for me and I'm still unhappy because you're gone.
You didn't deserve to suffer the way you did, what a horrible fate.
The doctors did all they could but you went to the hospital too late.
I didn't know what I had until I lost it and I lost you too soon.
It was forty-four years ago today when I left your womb. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 153 [topic] => 10 [informant] => Randyjohnson [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => BirthdayPoems )

Womb

Contributed by Randyjohnson on Thursday, 20th August 2015 @ 10:49:59 AM in AEST
Topic: BirthdayPoems

It was forty-four years ago today when I left your womb.
Your death has brought about tears, despair and gloom.
Usually pregnancies last nine months but you had a longer wait.
You carried me for ten months, I was a month late.
From the day I was born until the day you died, we shared a special bond.
You were always there for me and I'm still unhappy because you're gone.
You didn't deserve to suffer the way you did, what a horrible fate.
The doctors did all they could but you went to the hospital too late.
I didn't know what I had until I lost it and I lost you too soon.
It was forty-four years ago today when I left your womb.

Copyright © Randyjohnson ... [ 2015-08-20 10:49:59]
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Re: Womb (User Rating: 1 )
by Archie on Saturday, 22nd August 2015 @ 03:42:59 AM AEST
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Its good to work through your emotions in this way. Keeping the pain inside only hurts us more. (This is almost a repeat of your last poem dedicated to your mother) This is just my opinion though. You write well.

Re: Womb (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 23rd August 2015 @ 12:23:33 AM AEST
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got a picture of mom sitting on a porch when she's about three... I'm guessing 1926
all them years before me, a lot
I was the runt of ten
yet still she was first and foremost my best
friend, closer than anyone.
When I went away she cried and said I'd never come
back but the fact is in my heart I never left

you are so lucky to have had one great mother/legends of many great people would shout!
great write!

Peace!

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