This is a tribute to the daughter we lost "in utero". It is a wound that periodically has to be reopened as it never is truly healed. Her name is Faith.
I remember the very first time I gazed upon your face
Such serenity, such peacefulness, of one filled so full of grace
I remember your hands & feet, perfect in every way
so tiny & yet so wonderful in all of their detail
I remember your soft, soft skin,
So fragile it might break at my lightest touch
I remember the floor that day
wet from all the tears that fell upon it
I remember the cries I heard
from the woman that I love and her friends
I remember the broken apologies of the physician
as he repeatedly said "I am so sorry that you have to go through this"
I remember taking you home
so that your siblings could see you there
I remember holding you
with just my right hand
as I took the final look
of your journey to our land
I remember laying you
in the box of oak I'd made
I remember closing it
and locking down the latch
The ground was slightly moist that day
as my shovel pierced the ground
The grass must have wept with us
as it tasted our tears
I remember my heart breaking
as I covered up your grave
I remember being told not to grieve too much
after all you never really lived
I don't know if I will recognize you
when I leave this place for good
But if you see me there one day
please tell me all the things you've done
I'll tell you a little of myself
and gently hold your hand.
REB
Monday, March 28, 2011
When she sleeps at night......
I wrote this many years ago, I like it and don't want to lose it.
an infectious laugh
an impish grin
a funfilled life
an untimely end
when she sleeps at night
she dreams of him
the yellow haired boy with suntouched skin
she longs to watch him
play with friends
she longs to smell
his sweaty hair again
when she sleeps at night
she dreams of him
the yellow haired boy with suntouched skin
her stoney ears
still hear his laugh
Her weary eyes
still see his grin
when she sleeps at night
and dreams of him
that yellow haired boy with suntouched skin.
REB
an infectious laugh
an impish grin
a funfilled life
an untimely end
when she sleeps at night
she dreams of him
the yellow haired boy with suntouched skin
she longs to watch him
play with friends
she longs to smell
his sweaty hair again
when she sleeps at night
she dreams of him
the yellow haired boy with suntouched skin
her stoney ears
still hear his laugh
Her weary eyes
still see his grin
when she sleeps at night
and dreams of him
that yellow haired boy with suntouched skin.
REB
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