A baby died in me, leaving a dirty red.
I remember this but face the rainbow instead.
Poems for Children by Mama Grace
Tag: Grief
We are the mountains in each others lives,
The deep vast lakes behind each others eyes.
A baby died in me, leaving a dirty red.
I remember this but face the rainbow instead.
We are the mountains in each others lives,
The deep vast lakes behind each others eyes.
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