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| I have no words of poetry to write of on this day, for it was a year ago that I heard the Doctor say those words of devastation that changed my life forever more. And with those words He opened up the hurting door. My baby died, She wasn't living, no heartbeat. And she wouldn't get to cry when we would finally meet. A year ago, can it be? The time has flown. I can scarecly see.... My womb is still bare. I cry in despair, and pray to God that soon, another child will be there. By Stephanie Marottek March 2, 2001 |
| Another pink rose a year gone by Still empty inside and I cry..... Can it really be this date already? I dread it so yet here it is, I see. I celebrate a year not of blessed life but a year of anguish and grief. I see that rose and I think of the one I placed on her grave when the funeral was done. The ache I felt then hasn't gone away. If anything I feel it more today. Another pink rose just like before still empty inside longing for more. By Stephanie Marottek March 2, 2001 |
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