Empty
No one knows you
Not even I, your bearer.
Not how you look
the colour of your eyes
the shape of your nose
your smile.
Not how you are
your throughts
feelings
desires.
How you will grow up
your ambitions
your dreams
your choices.
But I, I love you.
You, who were a part of me
for so short a time.
You
who I said I love you to
as I lay on a cold table
Surrounded by lights
cold instruments
and people I did not know.
Who ripped you away from me…
my choice…some choice
And as I lay there gazing up at those lights
all I could think off was
how much I love you
want to meet you,
see your face,
the colour of your eyes
the shape of your nose…
your smile
How much I want to know you
hear your thoughts
feelings
desires
to watch you grow up…
go into the world.
But now,
there is nothing.
Just a barren mother,
crying over her dead child.
The world sleeps on.
It never knew you.
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That is such a wonderful photo. Great text to go with it as well!
Thank you for your feedback….the text in this post arose from a personal experience I had several years ago…its something that still chokes me up…