An ode to my son

by Libby Morosin

A heartfelt time, I kid you not.
At times I really lost the plot.
After the shock, came pain that churned,
Deep inside, the hurt - it burned.
The nurses NEVER forgot MY face,
But the lunacy in me was no disgrace.
My little angel so innocent and unaware,
Was born - but the happiness just wasn't there.
What!, Oh why? This isn't happening,

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