A Ceaseless, Eternal Grief
We bereaved-
Loved our child since she was conceived.
Doctors declare she was diseased.
We sneezed and she was seized.
It’s hard to breathe; I don’t know if I can proceed.
They say I need to grieve.
It’s just too hard to believe.
Cancer is a thief.
I have only one thing- a guarantee that she received peace.
Forever will l squeeze, that her pain was eased.
Carmen is free, indeed.
Copyright © Rilyn Rodgers | Year Posted 2022
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