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FIRST MONTH:
Mommy, it's so dark in here.
I am not worried, though.
I will slowly begin to get bigger,
develop and grow.

My body is so tiny.
I can't wait to see.
I bet you're beautiful, Mommy.
We'll be a family.

SECOND MONTH:
Mommy it's so cloudy.
What could this be?
It makes me cough.
I can hardly see.

It tastes nasty too, Mommy.
Mommy, it looks like smoke.
Will you please stop?
It hurts more then you know.

THIRD MONTH:
Mommy, I hear a voice.
Is that my Daddy, so near?
Oh Mommy, what did you do?
I feel funny. I'm scared.

I saw the needle go in,
and my head felt light.
Mommy, I know this is bad.
Something isn’t right.

FOURTH MONTH:
"Ma'am, please stop,"
I heard the Doctor say.
Mommy, I think he knows,
what you do to me everyday.

I think he called them drugs.
Mommy, he said they were bad.
Mommy, why do you drugs so much?
It makes me so sad.

FIFTH MONTH:
I am not doing so well,
and my body won't grow.
I am glad there are only
a few months to go.

The pain surges through me,
with every needle, or puff.
You’re killing me Mommy.
Enough is enough.

SIXTH MONTH:
Mommy, it hurts,
when the needle goes in.
I heard you say, "give me more,"
of that heroine.

I am so small Mommy.
Don’t you care?
I want to be healthy, Mommy.
I want to be there.

SEVENTH MONTH:
Mommy I can't wait.
It's too much to bear.
I don't think I'll make it,
past my first breathe of air.

The Doctor’s are trying,
but they say I came too soon.
Don’t cry Mommy,
I feel so renewed.

EIGHT MONTH:
Mommy, it's ok.
It's all right. You'll see.
Heaven took me in,
when your drug problem killed me.

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Eight Months

Contributed by jazz on Saturday, 31st January 2004 @ 02:52:12 PM in AEST
Topic: Grief

FIRST MONTH:
Mommy, it's so dark in here.
I am not worried, though.
I will slowly begin to get bigger,
develop and grow.

My body is so tiny.
I can't wait to see.
I bet you're beautiful, Mommy.
We'll be a family.

SECOND MONTH:
Mommy it's so cloudy.
What could this be?
It makes me cough.
I can hardly see.

It tastes nasty too, Mommy.
Mommy, it looks like smoke.
Will you please stop?
It hurts more then you know.

THIRD MONTH:
Mommy, I hear a voice.
Is that my Daddy, so near?
Oh Mommy, what did you do?
I feel funny. I'm scared.

I saw the needle go in,
and my head felt light.
Mommy, I know this is bad.
Something isn’t right.

FOURTH MONTH:
"Ma'am, please stop,"
I heard the Doctor say.
Mommy, I think he knows,
what you do to me everyday.

I think he called them drugs.
Mommy, he said they were bad.
Mommy, why do you drugs so much?
It makes me so sad.

FIFTH MONTH:
I am not doing so well,
and my body won't grow.
I am glad there are only
a few months to go.

The pain surges through me,
with every needle, or puff.
You’re killing me Mommy.
Enough is enough.

SIXTH MONTH:
Mommy, it hurts,
when the needle goes in.
I heard you say, "give me more,"
of that heroine.

I am so small Mommy.
Don’t you care?
I want to be healthy, Mommy.
I want to be there.

SEVENTH MONTH:
Mommy I can't wait.
It's too much to bear.
I don't think I'll make it,
past my first breathe of air.

The Doctor’s are trying,
but they say I came too soon.
Don’t cry Mommy,
I feel so renewed.

EIGHT MONTH:
Mommy, it's ok.
It's all right. You'll see.
Heaven took me in,
when your drug problem killed me.

Copyright © jazz ... [ 2004-01-31 14:52:12]
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Re: Eight Months (User Rating: 0 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 31st January 2004 @ 03:56:50 PM AEST
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wow. very very real and touching it made me cry. I have a nephew my self who just turned 2 and I don't know what i would do with out him. Very deep nice write.
always,
Amanda

Re: Eight Months (User Rating: 1 )
by lilch4ever on Saturday, 31st January 2004 @ 09:17:45 PM AEST
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Wow that was really good yet sad. Different style really liked that. Wonderfully written.

Re: Eight Months (User Rating: 1 )
by kal on Saturday, 31st January 2004 @ 11:47:25 PM AEST
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i thought the idea to write this poem from the babies perspective was very creative. it was very hard hitting and emotional it made me cry, very sad and a great piece.

Re: Eight Months (User Rating: 1 )
by intelectualpoet on Thursday, 5th February 2004 @ 01:41:09 AM AEST
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Jazz,

You also pour your heart into your work, I don't know what to say, it's amazingly well writen

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