Six word story. Poem edition.
Dear baby boy, you are strong;
Stronger than I will ever be.
I’ve loved you all the seasons.
I’ve cherished you day and night.
Yet, God decided to take you
before I could hold you close.
How could I let you go?
When you were all I had.
I stayed lying on the floor,
the bathroom tile cold and bloody.
Blinding, aching pains between my legs
when I realized this was goodbye.
I could feel you in me,
trying your damnedest to hold on,
but you slipped out of my grasp
with one last jolt of desperation.
Others tried to use consoling words,
but they could never feel it.
The despair, loneliness was just unbearable.
Sometimes, I can still feel you
in my head and my heart.
Maybe you never really left me.