Womb
By randy-johnson
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It was forty-three years ago today when I left your womb.
Your death has brought about tears, despair and gloom.
Usually pregnancies last nine months but you had a longer wait.
You carried me for ten months, I was a month late.
From the day I was born until the day you died, we shared a special bond.
You were always there for me and I'm still unhappy because you're gone.
You didn't deserve to suffer the way you did, what a horrible fate.
The doctors did all they could but you went to the hospital too late.
I didn't know what I had until I lost it and I lost you too soon.
It was forty-three years ago today when I left your womb.
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Randy, this is painful and so
Randy, this is painful and so tenderly expressed. The impersonal title for such a personal tribute makes it more poignant, too. I hope you get some comfort through your writing.
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I couldn't help but think of
I couldn't help but think of my own Mum while reading this.
Your words had so much love and meaning within and I'm so glad you shared this poem.
Jenny.
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I have always found your
I have always found your tributes to your dear mum so moving, Randy, and this was no exception. Lovely poem that shows the close bond you shared with her.
Best wishes to you on your birthday.
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