Swooping Heart!
Ending with memory
that hurts with recall,
Mixed with a lightness
from a being so small!
Missing for ever
the meaning and more,
Mixed with a future
with promise in store!
Crying in empty
with purpose mislaid,
Mixed with the newness
of a precious sweet babe!
Blackness with edge
that tears without stop,
Mixed with pure beauty
tucked snug in a cot!
Joy Weare.
17th July, 2006.
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