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May 2015
She came in a world of pain
Grinding my bones to dust
And setting my body on fire.
Fear and despair
Fighting each other
And waves of nausea
Threatening to knock me down.

And then it was over
and I knew.

I would go through all
The pain again (and more)
If it meant
That I got you.
Birthday poem for my beautiful little girl
niamh
Written by
niamh  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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