In memory of my wife's miscarriage...25/12/12


In the cold cold room
Where pious prayers
Ascend to heaven

Blood blood
Unholy blood
Rained on earth
Reddened our sky

A child is conceived
A child is lost

In agony
A mournful cry
Wash away
Our white Christmas

Manifestation of wickedness
Wickedness of darkness

From our pain
All that remain
Our gain

For on Sunday
Thy birthday

Poetry by chuma okafor
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Written on 2013-01-04 at 16:53

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