Miscellaneous Poem by Desiree Whitamore

she laughed like she never did, and she taught what they never explained. to give to the world was something special. and to hurt like the world, was something she knew. Even though her great-grandmother was gone, her soul was still alive, and even though the baby was born, nobody forgot. when we go through life like she did, we often remember the hurt and how much they didn't care. we never stopped to think about the past in the way that was something so unreal. before the tubes and the tests, before the delivery of the new life. before everything got so complicated. the past will always be there. but the future, the future can always be changed.