It Was I Poem by Lyn Paul
It Was I
I lost a piece of me
That I will never
Find again
That one piece
The one
That pulls each string
That one
That was kept so warm
In Thy womb
That one
That gave
Sleepless nights
First words
Teardrops
Precious gifts
And
Song
I lost a piece of me
Though this
Is Multiplied
I gave every piece of me
Every word
Every ache
Sang every lullaby
Every penny
Let those pieces
Reunite
I will try to forget
What was stolen from me
Cold we must not be
For I lost a piece of me
It was I
Copyright Reserved July 6th 2015
Lyn Paul
This is the trials of sharing children.
For those often broken by separation.
This has then made me think of all of those young woman who had no choice when their babies were taken from them at birth.
Let this poem be to those woman who really lost it all!
There can be no greater personal loss. You have eloquently written this. Thanks for sharing, Lyn Peace
A very poignant aspect is being dealt in this poem about those ill fated mothers who lost there babies, there love. My heart bleeds....
A loss beyond comprehension for most of us, but your words come very painfully close.
A great depiction having evocative thought. Enjoyed. Many thanks for sharing. .....10
A great depiction having evocative thought. Enjoyed. Thanks.......10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Wowwww! An excellent write. It rings inside me for, piece by piece, I lost all of me.