Boxed
I’ve sealed it in a paper box…
Every trace I had
I could not bear the memory
A story ended sad!
Picture frames & baby books
Little bits and bobs
Any trace I found of you
Kept hidden form my sobs.
Deeper than a mother could
Have ever felt the pain
Losing my small baby child
Has driven me insane!
Copyright © Dorianne Retalic | Year Posted 2017
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