Woke this Morning

I woke up this morning

and that should be good enough,

yesterday is gone 

like a brief wind

now it’s today,

and the whole day lays open

to whatever is possible

to one like me,

who seeks no fame

or that one great poem

content with living 

into the brief moments

that I have been given

that could turn to dust

as quickly as I woke this morning

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The Child That Never Was

I could see it in her eyes

the memory of that day

as she lay in bed waiting

a doctor,

a nurse

she knew it wasn’t good.

The child died

it was that simple

the life carried within

was no longer.

She yearned to touch

to hold, to see

that which she had felt

all those months

even now

her arms ache to hold

that child she never saw.

The years go on

time does not always heal,

the small casket buried

holding her heart.