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It’s always too soon when they leave. You would think each time it would get easier, Like I would learn not to love them. But I love each and everyone the same. I am weak now, Not only can I no longer take the physical pain, But this torture of losing a child is tearing me apart. I pray to god they die at birth, Every time. So I can never see them play in the fields, So I can never hear them calling out my name, So I can never see my children in fear again. I pray to...

It’s sunny today and I can tell I have been pushed close enough to the door to be able to breath through the cracks that allow little rays of sun to shimmer through. I have longed to feel grass beneath my feet And the wind rush past my face. It’s hot in here Musky and crowded I know every face One born every minute they say Whilst that might be true It’s more like one dies every minute in here. Sarah died last week She fell asleep and beneath our feet she was trampled I had to stand in her...

I had a daughter; in fact I had eight daughters, And my daughters all had daughters, And their daughters all had daughters, Many, many daughters. I am glad I got daughters, I prayed for all daughters. Mary got a boy, A beautiful doe eyed boy. Poor, poor Mary. That happy little boy that giggled as he frolicked, It happened only yesterday, He had been sleeping with his mother, When they came and dragged him with rope into a large cart full of others. I can only go from rumors, but they say their bodies are ground into meat. “Susan what’s...