A compulsion.
Bitter memories of summers past.
Remembered tears fallen on now clean pillowcases.
Blessed be the fingertips that traced the outline of his face.
Lucky little treasure,
Precious piece of flesh.
A hardened lump,
A cancer,
Still in my stomach.
I thank you for it's presence.
Bleeding inside,
Stole away part,
Of my incomplete being.
If you knew this,
You would smile,
Happy with the damage done,
Laughing at my misfortune.
Maggie
