Poem 5

Ode to a child that never was born
Ode to a child that died too young
Ode to the mothers who missed the chance
To hold their child and show them love.

Ode to hell, casting wrath
Teaching tales of hateful mirth
Ode to heaven, casing the child
Holding them close to rock them goodbye.

Ode to this and Ode to that.
My child is gone

take off your hat.

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