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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
04/15/2012 Author's Note: I never got around to editing this...punctuating...whatever...this came straight from my heart and is a repost....and some things are just too painful to talk about.
Posted on 04/15/2012
Copyright © 2026 Clara Mae Gregory
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 04/15/12 at 06:00 PM Clara- I'm sitting here crying. I'm am so sorry. I appreciated the note at the end. ou are, of course, right. It is too sad. Thanks for sharing. Sometimes it helps to work through the pain.
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| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 04/15/12 at 07:34 PM Truly touching...sad and wonderful at the same time. Thanks. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 04/16/12 at 06:21 PM There is a quiet beautiful anguish in this. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 04/20/12 at 08:11 PM depths of honesty need no editing, love |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/22/12 at 07:28 PM Both sad and beautiful in its own unique way, Clara Mae, adding an ironic impact to the title. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 05/06/12 at 11:32 AM Melanie, it is difficult to comment, as this goes beyond poetry and beyond poignant. though it is sad and devastating, still it is utterly and beautifully expressed. |
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