MY ANGEL CHILD, Poetry by Cleo Patra

Genre: Sad, Rhyme

MY ANGEL CHILD
by Cleo Patra

Touching my stomach with trembling butterfly fingers
Knowing I’d never feel you growing in me
Earthquake tremors ripped my tortured heart to pieces
My eyes swam in my blue-stormy tears

I’d never feel you playing in my soul
You’d never talk to me in my thoughts
I’d never hear you knocking in my womb
Your first blossom breath would never be heard by my ears

My arms-blanket would be forever empty
Your first birthday would stay invisible in my birthday calendar
You’d never call me Momma
Never would I help you find your first step or tell everyone,
You broke my favourite porcelain plate

Never would I dress you in flowers
What would your first word be
Miss your first school day
The roller-coaster teenage years
First love scars and the why-tears

Midnight sneak backs when you think I won’t wait for you
Stone words between you and I when you find your own wisdom

Your pathway; a doctor, lawyer or just a fantasy dreamer
Your rainbow golden day and my tears hidden behind,
A make-up smile

Why did I have a hysterectomy in my spring years
Now I’d be forever crucified in my longing pain
For my angel child

You’ll be sealed forever in my burning, longing heart

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