A Mother Without A Child

Poem of #misCOURAGE

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#misCOURAGE story, 08/03/2017, by Kirsty Niven

I’m still here, lingering in the mirror – 
my touch trickling down your stomach, 
the rips stretching up like a cat, 
rippling like mother of pearl. 

I skulk in the bathroom cabinet, 
a prominent blue line, unused sudocrem. 
Brightly coloured, a spectral duck
bobbing about in empty waters. 

I am the cry you wish you could hear; 
the phantom scream in the night, 
the giggle that never comes, 
the statuesque mobile that never plays. 

I am the cot that lies empty, 
the pram with nothing to push,
the womb that wishes to fill with love. 
I am the child you loved and lost.

(Previously published in the print journal 'GFT Presents: One in Four, Vol. 1, Issue 2')

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  • By Jenny Mortensen (not verified) on 20 Apr 2017 - 17:55

    "I am the cry you wish you could hear"- heartbreaking and beautiful. I feel this so much.

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