In January, 1944
the Siege of Leningrad was lifted,
Allied troops bombed Berlin,
the first Victory ship was launched,
and so was she.
Bursted out screaming, pushed by
haemorrhaging,
Stuck in the womb
they said,
Unable to float for the last month
they said
Swaddled immediately.
To ease the terror
they said
Mother overwhelmed,
packed for the bleeding,
floating away,
A blessing,
they said
Mother and child survived,
they said
Ellecee
Inspiration from
27. What goes up but never
comes down?
Your age. 🤣 Terrible jokes aside,
Your age. 🤣 Terrible jokes aside,
ages and aging make great poetry
fodder. Write a poem about a specific
year in your life. It can be an age that
has passed and is memorable or one
that’s to come that you may be dreading
or hope to embrace. /
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