And They Just Flow

It doesn’t have to be a specific thing

It can be the most tiniest of thing

A thing that you didn’t even think would matter

Hearing a song

Watching a programme

Smelling a flower

It doesn’t have to be the big things

Hearing a baby cry

Watching Baba give a baby so much love

Seeing a new-born baby girl

It can be walking past the baby clothes

And knowing you don’t need to look

It can be watching that little girl toddling around attempting to walk

And knowing Rhianna should be doing that right now

It can be that smell

The distinctive baby smell

That seems to hit you oh so hard when your baby dies

You can smell it and it doesn’t leave

But your baby never had that smell

Any of these things can start it

It can be the guilt of the pain you have caused on other people

The sorrowful look in their eyes

The want that they have so badly but they wont admit as they know you are so fragile

The silences when her name should be said

Instead no one knows what to say

All can set of the flow

And once it starts it can’t stop

It’s as fresh as the first day

The pain is as strong and for so many hours, days and weeks before you have managed to be so strong

Then there is just one thing

It doesn’t have to be a collection just one

And they flow,

And they hurt

And they are painful

And the tears just flow

It doesn’t matter how long ago

How much has happened since then

They still just flow

And they will always flow

As your heart will always be a little bit broken!