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By Krista McInerney
For Maddy who lived two days...and is remembered always.

My heart used to beat, many beats in perfect time.
It pumped life through me, unconsciously fine.
A rhythm so expected, never missing a beat.
My heart was a good heart. Reliable. Unique.

One day my heart fell. My child died in my arms.
But my mind told my heart, "You must still carry on".
My heart preserves life, though my soul is incomplete.
It somehow continues ticking, even with this broken beat.

The old heart that used to beat is so very far behind me.
This new heart, itís broken beat, left here to remind me
Her heart was near. It used to beat so closely next to mine.
Thatís when my heart last felt the joy of keeping perfect time.

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