I wrote this poem for The Beverly Fund!
As I watch her breathing in her cot,
My heart expands with love.
She lies there, still and beautiful,
Cooing like a sacred dove.
In recognition of my voice
She turns her tired head
And hears a soft, familiar song,
with words that can’t be said.
I touch her face, so soft and fine
Like parchment lost in time.
It tells a story of regret.
I memorise every line.
Her cells began to multiply,
Now all control is lost.
She never should have started but….
With tears we pay the cost.
As I watch her breathing in her cot,
My heart expands with love.
She lies there, still and beautiful,
Cooing like a sacred dove.
In recognition of my voice
She turns her tired head
And hears a soft, familiar song,
with words that can’t be said.
I touch her face, so soft and fine
Like parchment lost in time.
It tells a story of regret.
I memorise every line.
Her cells began to multiply,
Now all control is lost.
She never should have started but….
With tears we pay the cost.
Rusty Bernard 2011-03-28
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