Not Yet.
For women sent home carrying only love in their hands.
You carried a soul beneath your heart,
A little life too soon to start.
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Though earth could not become their home,
Their spirit never drifts alone.
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They’re in your smile, they’re in your eyes,
In rainbows born from soft goodbyes.
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They’ll find their way, when you are ready.
Your body, healed and warm and steady.
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Between this time the world will show,
Some quiet signs to let you know.
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You’ll feel them in the evening air,
The gentle breeze that lifts your hair.
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In sunsets painted pink and gold,
By tiny hands not yet to hold.
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In every night, keep holding true,
The bright stars shine from them to you.
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Until then, their path is set.
Their path home to you,
Just not quite yet.
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Dedicated to my best friend, I love you x
About the Creator
Latisha Fairfull
Writing a record for my inner child and the woman I am still learning to stand beside.
Not poetry for answers,
But poetry for breath,
For noticing,
And choosing to live from the inside out.


Comments (2)
This made me cry a little, beautiful and so heartbreaking
This is beautiful