Tag: baby
member name: Terry Collett
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June 05, 2008 01:57 PM EDT --
The mourners come,
Each one set out
Along the way
From chapel door
To where the small
White coffin lies
And preacher stands.
One small red rose
Upon the lid,
To tell of love
And . . .
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April 08, 2007 10:14 AM EDT --
I just want my baby back She says. The black Dress contrasts against
Paleness of her haunted face. Angst Is here. Grief to the brim. The colour of her life dim
With the death of babe . . .
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September 16, 2008 01:25 PM EDT --
She would have placed the baby
In the center of her heart
And not allowed the stealthy
Death to come, but death came in
The depth of night, hidden by
The shadows of the dim lit
Dark; the . . .
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December 08, 2008 03:03 AM EST --
She opened the door
Of the nursery
And entered in.
All was quite now,
No sound,
Nothing except
The beating
Of her heart
Which beat faster
As she peered
In the baby's cot
Which was empty . . .
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February 12, 2008 05:22 PM EST --
She wondered
If other mothers
Felt the same
When their baby died:
Dull, dark and empty,
As if part of them
Had been torn away,
Buried in another place,
Far off in some foreign ground; . . .
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May 30, 2008 04:16 AM EDT --
And she crossed the room Hoping the baby Would be there, and that Maybe she got it
Wrong those months ago And that the cot would Be full again with Sound and movement and
That baby . . .
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June 03, 2008 03:29 AM EDT --
She couldn't believe The time had gone so Fast, the last twelve months Had been a Hell, a
Hard-to-get-through space Without the touch or Feel of God or His Fine grace, or so it
Seemed, . . .
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December 24, 2008 05:00 PM EST --
Rose Ripweed miscarried her fifth child.
Rose stared into the empty space
Of her life and counted on her worn fingers
The nightly loves now gone to waste.
Rose carried the memory
Of each and . . .
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February 27, 2009 11:45 AM EST --
These hands are empty now,
But once they held
A baby dying.
The eyes are dry
And steady now,
But once they drowned
In a sea of grief.
These lips
Are silent now,
But once they screamed . . .
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March 20, 2009 03:49 AM EDT --
Babs brooded.
Babs saw the other girls
With babes
And wanted one.
She would watch
From windows
Of her house,
From the windows
Of buses and cars
The passing mothers
With their wrapped . . .
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October 30, 2009 06:36 AM EDT --
You can’t get the stink Of the hospital Out of your mind, that Aspect haunts as Much as the mindless Moron (who handed You your dead baby) Who had icy eyes And a hint of so what Written . . .
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October 20, 2007 03:36 PM EDT --
Kiss cold, still, white brow
Dying babe leaves you broke now
Wounded, empty self.
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October 05, 2007 03:50 PM EDT --
Sometimes she sits and broods
And knows the darkly moods
Will pull her down
And let her drown
In memories unlocked
From dark rooms. Nothing blocked
From the sad days and hours.
All this . . .
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January 04, 2009 02:11 AM EST --
She had of her heads, One of those head busting Kind, and closing her eyes,
She thought back on just how Far she'd come since baby Had died, how far she'd got
Herself back into a Routine, . . .
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February 03, 2009 01:46 AM EST --
She can almost pinpoint
To the moment
Her baby died,
The second's tick;
The whole room;
The window
Where some cloud
Had drifted by,
The faces of those
Who had come to help,
. . .
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February 02, 2008 04:02 AM EST --
"If she'd got herself with kid
By any other feller than that there Brodskyn,
I'd a tanned her hide
The colour of the setting sun,"
Magdalene Mogfish's daddy said,
Looking . . .
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April 23, 2009 02:19 AM EDT --
Some days she doesn't think
Of baby's death, some days,
If other troubles or worries
Crowd her in. Sometimes,
If the mood is strong
And memories flood her mind,
She takes a . . .
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May 10, 2009 01:37 PM EDT --
After all this, what then?
You ask. Another day
To think and feel,
Another time to sense
The emptiness of arms,
The loss of child.
There is no loss like that,
Not in the same sense, . . .
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August 01, 2009 03:42 PM EDT --
You hardly hear the door close behind you; it seems a distance off and you focus on the diminutive blanketed body close to your breast. You notice the pink blanket; take in all the fibre, . . .
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November 01, 2009 02:45 PM EST --
She would have those days When the whole thing wasn’t Worth the drawing of curtains Or blinds; wasn’t worth turning Over in bed to see the time on The clock perched on the bedside . . .
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