Baby Bouquet
My Baby Bouquet
Deep inside my being, where joy and affection thrives and grows,
It has become abundantly fruitful from the love of my growing
children.
But the love I keep secluded from conversational scrutiny,
Are for the babies I failed to ripen within my womb.
The babies that were swept from my body too soon to take root...
Now, just mere thoughts, cared for by my memory.
My arms may never hold them but my heart bears their weight.
Unable to reach out, my thoughts do, effortlessly.
Tho' I never linger too long in this secret garden of shadows and
whispers,
I find myself wandering there when my mind is still
and the gate's been left ajar.
(c) Kathy Henretty All Rights Reserved
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