Stillborn by Joan

Stillborn by Joan # Sometimes, silently, in the dark of night, The loss, the grief, the might-have-beens, arise again – Invading the peace made with long-ago loss, Lifting life’s comfort-cloak of years.  And I remember tiny fingers, Lovely little lips locked in a puzzled O, the heft of that little body in my arms. Beautiful,...

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