The Raspberry
you carried but you could not hold
you felt but you could not see
your body was a home
a home with strong walls
and protected doors
but your visitor did not last long
and your home became a grave
a grave to an unborn
the size of a raspberry
a grave to an unborn
loved by all
your body became a grave
but it will one day become a throne.
This poem is about:
My family