On Being Born

Member since 2002 · Posted 4 Sep 2004 · Edited 3 Feb 2005 · 4 comments

James, my baby, died one day And love did leave me lonely. He breathed one day and died the same. I could not see the change. He did not smile, as I once did, On living one more hour. Yet looked content in what he had, And yes, he probably was.

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[10] horus8 4-Sep-04/10:29 PM Reply

This is quite possibly the saddest, and most precise poem I've ever read. I am so sorry.

[9] Dovina › horus8 5-Sep-04/10:35 AM Reply

Please, at least point out the grammar and spelling.

[9] wilco 3-Feb-05/3:55 PM Reply

I like this. Sad and lovely, in my eyes anyway.

[10] zodiac 6-Feb-05/1:20 AM Reply

Great. Are you really Emily Dickinson?