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Pride Ed
Poems
Dec 2014
His Small Life.
He carried burden in his little bones
Since the day he first arrived.
His legs would spasm and fail him
In mid run; he always insisted
That he just didn't tie his shoes well.
His arms would always lock at the joints
As he slept; he always just told me
That he was tucked in too tight before bed.
His hands would go numb and he'd
Grip a glass cup too tight; shards splintered
His small palms, but he said it was fine,
And that he was so very sorry.
The smallest coffins are the heaviest,
And I could have swore I heard him
Say he was sorry as I carried
It out in the rain.
Yet another prompt for allpoetry! :)
#sad
#death
#childhood
#sickness
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Pride Ed
Ohio
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