Me and my girl went

Down to the town hall.

Just to give blood,

For one and all.


On one occasion,

After biscuits and tea.

We went to leave,

She fainted on me.


After this I thought,

Enough is enough.

She couldn't give blood,

If it makes her feel rough.


She went to the doctor's,

She came out shocked.

She told me she was 


Our world really rocked.


She needed reassuring,

In a state of euphoric bliss.

I gave her a loving kiss,

My beautiful lovely wife.

Was sharing her body,

With a new life.


That was the year,

Our love could have died.

For that was a heartbreak year,

The year we lost our first child.


When I think of all the

Things that she missed;

To myself l cannot lie,

Sometimes I sit by myself;

 hold my head and I cry.







Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2022-07-23 at 03:34

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It's a difficult grief to overcome.

Holding one's head, that is such a powerful image!