An Ode to Iris Giana
The pain was too much
It’s shard-like fingers tight around my limbs.
Stabbing through my heart
Spearing through my belly.
The fear held me fast
My mind on what would come next.
I could barely keep still
Hardly unexpected.
Just as I felt alone
He arrived and his face said it all.
I held back my tears
He held onto my hand,
And then you were there
Born before your time with wide open eyes.
Your tiny paper thin nails
Your soft translucent skin
Told you “I love you” before it was too late
So your soul would always know
Our hearts will always hold you
Although the pain is still too much
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Published by Jade Beth J
I've been a writer and avid reader since I was a young child. Recently, I've discovered my love for non-fiction and have delved deeper into my own memories to further my writing. I've published several essays and am querying some new things at this time.
With me, you'll read about topics such as: the foster care system, philosophy, fertility, minimalism (especially for the newbies, hoarders and messys of this world), my journey to MFA then eventual Professorship, and the joys of a rainbow baby. You can also get a handmade journal from me via TheElyzabethCollection.com!
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