A Mother Remembers Comments

Such sad memories that so many must carry around with them forever it must seem. You wrote it so well. Hugs, Marilyn

Some part of me Weeps For that chlid, that had no chance- To feel & touch or Ever be, part of me; Oh! I hear the sound again A child’s anklet, tinkling, gently Somewhere inside me. i like these lines very much. writing poetry is a sort of inner purification, a catharsis. very nice thanku