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Having a dead child. Written by Ann Chin
Your bags are packed.
Your tickets are ready.
You are going to Cannes to be among all the glitz and glamour of celebrity world.
You have to skimp and save for this trip.
Your anticipation is great.
You board the plane,
You get served Champagne by a beautiful air stewardess.
You are tired, you have a shut eye.
You open your eyes,
You see everyone running away.
You know the plane has crashed,
You smell the smoke,
You hear the explosion.
You hear them say, “Go! Go! Go! The plane has landed in Timbuktu or is it Kalamazoo.”
You are alone,
Your legs are wedged.
You go girl, or you will be left alone.
This sums my story when my son died twenty one years ago today, on November 22 1989. Everybody has gone to leave you alone to swim or sink. It took me a long time to swim, I have survived and moved on. Twenty one year's birthday is a special day, he is celebrating his birthday in Heaven.
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