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This poem came to me almost as though I had lived the pained it related. Compelled, I wrote.

Daughter of Laughter

Daughter of Laughter.
I named her Sarah.
Daughter of Laughter, Child of Autumn, Symphony of Life!
Everything in my world is now seen in a new and dazzling light!
Heaven or Apocalypse means nothing to me now!
The only system I use to measure anything is the Sarah.
And everything I think, everything I breathe, everything I do is for her.
Child of Night, Daughter of Sorrow, Symphony of Oblivion!
For seventeen weeks she was my life, all I could think of.
I was driven into a stupor by what came next; the awful doctor with his cold, unfeeling tools.
Tore the life from inside me. Disemboweled me and harvested the moonbeam in my uterus.
The womb, defiled. The life denied.
I named her Sarah.
Daughter of Laughter.