The One I erased, never seeing your face
Continues to haunt me, to this very day.
A difficult decision, so much disgrace
For your forgiveness and compassion I pray.
Once very lost, now finding pieces of Grace
Imagining you there next to them at play.
It must be hard to see your siblings living
Held to the breast, lovingly and still breathing.
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Related Poem: “The Weight of Emptiness”
Thank you, Laura Lee Bonde, for the inspiration to speak about this taboo topic.
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