Strawberry Fields

breakfast

nourishing my body

my daughter

nourishing my soul

~

one day

when you’re ready

I’m ready

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I’ll tell you

about a brother

you had

~

a brother

you have

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Spurned

mourning

our silent baby

our hospital room

together

~

to say good-bye

I asked for a blessing

from a man of faith

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no soothing

comfort

just guilt

for not practicing

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you could be anybody

our church

doesn’t know you

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I have engraved your name on the palms of my hands

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insincerity

grudgingly

walking through

a ritual

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forgive me father

I know not

what I do

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His Quilt

when we were

expecting our

stillborn son

mom made a quilt

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little triangles

scrap fabric

from old clothes

sewn during her lifetime

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my old shirt

when I was five

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I remember

that dress

when you danced

with dad

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thank you

for the stories

our memories

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No Reason

waking nightmare

she’s unrecognizable

panic attacks

~

I can’t go on anymore

~

he’s

stillborn

he’s

still gone

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she’s suffocating

gasping, grasping

reliving

the red water

~

my baby

why’d you leave ?

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