A Primitive Cry, a poem by Jane Bradshaw at Spillwords.com

A Primitive Cry

A Primitive Cry

written by: Jane Bradshaw


My heart aches for you
But you are not there
I want to reach out
To touch your face
To hear your voice
But you are not there

I remember your smile
I remember your laugh
Your first steps alone
Your first day at school
Your inquisitive mind
And your sensitive soul

I remember all this
As I sit here alone
Not ready to share my pain
Not ready to see others cry
I want to be on my own
I need to hold on to you

You were my only child
My one true love
My reason for living
Your breath was my breath
I cry out for you
But you are not there

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