A Birth Mother's Pain
Ten months have come and gone since my sweet baby...

High it flew
Consisting of red green and blue...

A promise is made
a promise is broken...

***This poem was inspired this morning. I was on...
I saw you there...

Drifting atop a rickety raft of
confidence bound with fragile stands of self...

I stand
I wait...

Soft whispers in her ear
Tells her there is nothing to fear...

One day I will get tired of writing sad love songs
And this battered and broken heart will shine...

I felt alone when he left me
That perfect one to whom I amble...

I carry these balloons
And hold them high...

See me there
All alone...

Sing songs
Know love...