SisterA Poem by New Dawnon the loss of a much hoped for pregnancyOh how I wish I could shoulder your pain, relieve the anguish of this all consuming loss, Precious soul of the womb never meant to be. Don't you know that I always cry when you cry? I would take your pain gladly if it might mean an end to your turmoil, your grief. Would that I could temper you devastation, protect you from such cruelties of fate, they would not occur. For my dear dear sister you are the little sister, mine to watch over... you were never meant to hurt. © 2012 New DawnReviews
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