Tag: grief
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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December 01, 2006 02:39 AM EST --
She, unknowing, with stillborn child,
Mellow in her youthfulness,
Loving in her wren-like narrowness,
Chided without humour
With her hawk-like tongue,
The wide paths of her short years.
. . .
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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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July 11, 2007 02:24 PM EDT --
Dawn was the worst time When light came through the shutters Leaking memories with a cutting edge To slit through sleep and dreams.
He'd lay and stare and gently rock As if she slept beside . . .
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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 15, 2009 02:42 AM EST --
It would have been Right about now That he'd come in And kiss your shoulder
As you laid in bed And whisper words Softly in your ear Bending next to you
Having just entered The bed Causing . . .
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April 06, 2007 02:58 PM EDT --
She took the letter
To the window
For better light
Not expecting
Grief to be
Patterned there
In the spidery web
Of black on white
Reading between
The lines
Holding breath
The . . .
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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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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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February 16, 2009 03:38 PM EST --
And she'd go there nights
Into her daughter's room
With the bright
Moonlight
Pointing out
The little bed
Where a few
Months before
Her small girl
Lay dead
And even now
. . .
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February 24, 2009 04:16 AM EST --
She thinks of him
On days like this,
Remembers the last embrace,
The final kiss,
Looks at the skyline,
The passing clouds,
At the birds,
And misses
His presence,
His voice,
His gentle . . .
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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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June 28, 2007 02:01 AM EDT --
She took the child wrapped in death,
And held her close in her mothering arms
And kissed the brow with her tired lips.
Still now; no movement or crease;
No release of smile or wind;
No uttered . . .
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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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December 23, 2007 02:36 AM EST --
They'll say that God had need of her Before her time, That angels sought her company
For beauty's sake In mind or soul, That stars will shine far brighter
In the night of all their . . .
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December 08, 2006 02:56 AM EST --
Why widows weep in the long night
And borrowed loves creep in the dark shades
Shall not be known till bishops move
And the vague dollies sing the wide halls
And wear their gowns for the long dead.
Why . . .
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August 11, 2007 02:26 PM EDT --
The arms are empty now,
The space overflows
With memories
And choking fits
Of nightly haunts
And baby’s shadow on the wall.
Even emptiness can hurt
Where the loss is felt
Deep down
. . .
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December 11, 2007 03:38 AM EST --
Yes, that’s my son,
I recognize his manly brow
And vacant stare,
And his turn of chin,
But how thin
He looks, how unkempt,
As if time has not rewarded
His youthful age
With fine laurel . . .
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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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