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
Jane hails from the distant shores of Darwin, in the Northern Territory of Australia. She has lived there all her life and has raised three young Adults. After 7 years as a Loans Officer and 6 years as a Rates Officer Jane found herself at university, studying to be a Primary School Teacher. Now in her nineteenth year of teaching, she has taken on the challenge of being the Student Wellbeing and Inclusion Teacher at her school (Special Education). Jane has been a part of a poetry writing group for over six years and a short story writing group for over five years. Her passion for writing began in high school, and she continues to write because it is a deep intrinsic part of who she is. She has been published in five Anthologies, and on a few writing platforms. One day she hopes to have her own collection of poems, and a novella published.
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