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Memoires
by Clara Mae Gregoryhe is more than just the memory
where in a clear day crisp and blue
i remember my little boy to be
still resting inside of me
as his father gave assurance
it was the best for us
for your soul to visit home
only a brief time in the flesh
never taking your first breath
for he only thought of you
as a weed seed we didn't need
and consumed by his ego
he denied you with greed
that day was your destiny
for your soul to visit home
only a brief time in the flesh
never taking your first breath
or gaze at the colors among
the sounds of hearing
your own voice cry
for the very first time
02/10/2009 Author's Note: (repost)straight from the brain;a venting, autobiographical poem.I had abortion at age 19 with first husband(ex) who was a Viet Nam Vet(and junkie).
Posted on 10/10/2009
Copyright © 2026 Clara Mae Gregory
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jean Mollett on 10/10/09 at 11:30 PM Hi Clara,
Great write, sad and yet so emotional. Choices like this are hard to make, but you made the right decision. Cause drugs, along with other things, would cause birth defects. |
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