This month I wanted to do a little something different. As a veteran, and mom to three living children, and grieving mother to yet another three babies: I dedicate this month's column to you, the unsung mother's of the world. Without my own losses, these poems would not exist. I open my heart, and my empathy to you.
With great homage, and my dearest sympathy, I wish you all a very Happy Mothers Day.
~From one mom to another
Lost Child of Mine
By: Laurie Epps
O’ Child of Mine
You will always be thine
You departed without a trace
I will always long to see
your face
One can only believe
You were not meant to be
One day you were living
Nearly the next I was giving
You Up
Know I will always love you
Regretfully, I will never
hold you
For my womb
Became your tomb
Go up to the heavens
Past the stars
From my heart you are never
far
Someday I will meet you
I hope
For now, I am needed here
But I will always hold you,
dear
O’ lost child of mine
Laurie Epps is a non-fiction author,
essayist, editor, and poet living in Anderson, South Carolina. A seeker of
beauty, her is dream is to travel the world one day and tell the many stories
of those she meets. To read more of Laurie's stories come back Mondays for her
Monday Morning Book Club, or you can also visit her Tuesday column dedicated to
writing at: http://thewriteconversation.blogspot.com
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