26.09.23
Is there a word for when you find true love in your teens only to have it ripped from your warm embrace by death's cold hands
Finding comfort in the remnant of him in your womb; a son. A son born in the image of his father...dead.
Is there?
~RC
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Poetry365 days of poetry A/N This is a continuation because Wattpad has a 200 chapter limit on books and the year has 365 days.
