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 Bradshaw
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 fifteenth year of teaching, she has dropped all the way down to teach preschool children. They certainly keep her fit, active, and on her toes. Jane has been a part of a poetry writing group for over three years and a short story writing group for over two years. Her passion for writing began in high school. She writes because she must. She has been published in four Anthologies now, and one day she hopes to have her own collection of poems and a novella published.
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- A Primitive Cry - May 5, 2022
