Blood-Tide
Barely grazed my mother's tomb,
Bled early, I was.
A trapped foetus in a muscled tomb
– Half my world was a mighty loss.
But Beauty; you were broken,
Lost in mother's frown.
Our current pulled you too far down.
Patience survived, but you're too far gone.
A shame to behold,
Your eyes never turned blue –
I breathed so the deathly cold
Could come and claim you.
Medicine. Medicine to me was so kind,
Yet, oh poor child. I left you behind.
YOU ARE READING
too Soon
PoetryInspired by Ashley Franco and her poem, 'A Life Taken Too Soon', this collection is dedicated to those in our lives that were taken from us 'too Soon'.
