Chloe Broadbent - Stillborn 1899

Chloe Broadbent Stillborn 1899 My simple soul, my eyes, Have never beheld the jewel of the night, The morning star that ushers in The dawning of a new day. My brief inner heartbeat has never felt The gentle pelting of the rain, As it descends downward Gently, peacefully, magically, Like the mist of a cascading waterfall Hidden deeply Far away Somewhere in the distance In the mysterious grottos and crevices Created by God, My only friend. Dearest mother. Although we were together for those nine months, I never knew you. My simple soul, my eyes, Never beheld your soul, and your eyes. And although you held me, I never held you. Citizens of Earth: You have no idea. You have no idea.