Nine months of living as one.
A small life, pure and innocent.
An unblemished soul, now gone forever.
Wisdom fails me, my emotions trip
Into overdrive, shattering resistance, my
Strength leaking away through telltale tears.
I want to lay blame, but deep within,
I know there is no blame, no reason,
Not even justice: only cold, cruel, death.
I observed my wife: mind traumatised,
As she dressed our small lifeless child,
Our first precious child: stillborn, still warm.
I watched her lips whispering private
Inner thoughts, murmuring her love
As her hands caressed so gently: so gently.
Nine months of living as one.
A family created, but for our new arrival,
There is no welcome: just sad, goodbyes.
© Paul Chafer 2014
Jan 11, 2014
Jan 11, 2014 at 10:12 AM UTC
Nine months of living as one.
A small life, pure and innocent.
An unblemished soul, now gone forever.
Wisdom fails me, my emotions trip
Into overdrive, shattering resistance, my
Strength leaking away through telltale tears.
I want to lay blame, but deep within,
I know there is no blame, no reason,
Not even justice: only cold, cruel, death.
I observed my wife: mind traumatised,
As she dressed our small lifeless child,
Our first precious child: stillborn, still warm.
I watched her lips whispering private
Inner thoughts, murmuring her love
As her hands caressed so gently: so gently.
Nine months of living as one.
A family created, but for our new arrival,
There is no welcome: just sad, goodbyes.
© Paul Chafer 2014
Pain beyond measure: love always, sweet child. X
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