by Unknown
Sep 2009 293 Views 1 comments
How my daughter died
Chewing…relentlessly
Chomping on gum,
Open jawed cow
Telling me its routine
Nothing strange here
Life chewing normality
Don’t question me
Do not question the normality
Any idiot can see…
she is dieing…
not me.
Chomping on gum,
Open jawed cow
Telling me its routine
Nothing strange here
Life chewing normality
Don’t question me
Do not question the normality
Any idiot can see…
she is dieing…
not me.
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Posted: Sep 2009
About this poem:
It doesn't matter, we all die, it just is, the formation of the words is a bi product of the pain....there are no words to describe the futile nature of a normal guy watching his child die...while the mid wife chews gum...I shouldn't post this but there it is. To me poetry is an expression of the pain. We all die anyway...she lived until she was 2yrs old but she died at birth.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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