posting poetic prose
20 Feb 2017 4 Comments
by lynn__ in magnetic Tags: child, life, miscarriage
A poem for mothers who’ve miscarried and in memory of our first grandchild.
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Janice Feb 22, 2017 @ 20:23:17
A moving poem Lynn.
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lynn__ Feb 22, 2017 @ 20:39:43
Thank you, Janice.
writerwannabe763 Feb 21, 2017 @ 07:28:33
Oh so sad….It must be so difficult when this happens….Diane ❤
lynn__ Feb 21, 2017 @ 08:10:48
A heartbreaking event… makes you realize that each baby born is a miracle!
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Feb 22, 2017 @ 20:23:17
A moving poem Lynn.
Feb 22, 2017 @ 20:39:43
Thank you, Janice.
Feb 21, 2017 @ 07:28:33
Oh so sad….It must be so difficult when this happens….Diane ❤
Feb 21, 2017 @ 08:10:48
A heartbreaking event… makes you realize that each baby born is a miracle!