silent warrior's blog: "My Poetry"

Jamie! When I was at the age of sixteen, I had a secret , Which should have been seen. No one saw it, So I didn’t tell. I managed to hide it So very well. I carried on As though nothing was wrong, But it seemed to go on For far too long. The night I went to the labour ward, I was frightened of what was to come. I was glad I had a hand to hold,- That same night I had told my mum. When it was over I was so confused. It’s not nice to have loved, And only been used. I missed the life I’d had inside me, For nine months he had grown. But after all the hiding, I could not call him my own. But I gave him a name,- I called him Jamie, I think of him every day, I loved him then, and always will, And no one can take that away. Rebecca Duncan (copyright)