I was afraid of you
I knew you would upset my equilibrium
I knew you would
I knew we would make memories
to hoard, a jewelled rosary for later years
I was afraid of you
I knew you would open up my heart
I knew you would
I knew we would walk on, squeeze a blossom of baby's breath
and twine fingers and thoughts through our lives
I was afraid I would not be good enough for you
Written in response to Sharon Old's "To our miscarried one, aged thirty now" for the Cardiff Bay Writing Group
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