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Mark L Frascinella
Poems
Mar 2019
The Doomed Preemie
Arms always held me from twilight ‘til dawn
But, when this night comes, soon I’ll be gone
So many nights we’d rock on that chair
‘til sleep would embrace me and answer her prayer.
Fortune will smile on some baby’s hearts.
Mine wasn’t strong enough, right from the start
Fate is the hunter that stalked after me
Like entangled vines that stifle a tree.
So many people said I’d never survive
And so many fought to keep me alive
With gentle words, I did hear my name
From voices so sweet they couldn’t be blamed
There’s a special bond from a mother to a child
That some would diminish, or have it defiled
In this short life I did feel growth’s pain,
But, mother’s love repeated like a sweet song’s refrain
And so I’m resigned to the reality of my fate
A life hardly lived that some still debate
My world was a room where struggle did reign
In silence, now dark, it weeps with the rain.
But, for every dream that dies, a new dream is born.
Remember my life,
Remember my name.
Written by
Mark L Frascinella
69/M/Mt. Sinai, NY
(69/M/Mt. Sinai, NY)
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