Here's a poem I wrote on losing my baby daughters in utero. I think it's appropriate for lent. Heart Burn, the Agony and Ecstasyhow dare the sun have shone
on this somber, funereal grey-blue-bleak day
what were the birds thinking, chirping
when we planted them in the ground
Read on.
Heart Burn, the Agony and Ecstasy (poem)
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