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Charlotte was never to be born. my daughter who turned away she gained what she needed form me from her father and left again silently with no sign to us of what it was she'd come for I see her still as i did that day she in the world beyond in the trees near the cliff she stared at me through that filmy barrier my heart was gripped with fear it was the last i saw of her why did she come? and where did she go? This is a tribute to all mothers who miscarry, i never knew this baby except in my heart, where she remains to this day. I met her in a strange waking dream, she spoke to me wordlessly, sadly, it was the only time i saw her. |