Jan 2017
My eyes have seen the body
of a lifeless tiny son
They have fiercely wept for heartache
when life from my womb was torn
They have held in them the vestige
of a perfectly formed son
My grief keeps lasting on.
My eyes have seen the pink stripe
of a second ray of hope
They have gently wept from joy
while I grabbed the saving rope
They've beheld the wriggling grey shape
of a tiny new sweet babe
My love keeps hanging on.
of a lifeless tiny son
They have fiercely wept for heartache
when life from my womb was torn
They have held in them the vestige
of a perfectly formed son
My grief keeps lasting on.
My eyes have seen the pink stripe
of a second ray of hope
They have gently wept from joy
while I grabbed the saving rope
They've beheld the wriggling grey shape
of a tiny new sweet babe
My love keeps hanging on.
Experiencing the contrast of two vastly different emotions has been eye-opening. To experience grief combined with new joy has been an exceptional experience. To live in grey tinged with the pink rays of a rising sun has been just exceptional. All that said, the grayness of grief is still here and, some days, it still wins. I desire your prayers, if you are so inclined <3
(29/F/West Virginia)
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