Why Did He Have To Die
Why did he have to die?
Does anybody know
How it feels to lose a child
A child you’ll never get to know
Oh Lord one gets so riled
I know there are so many mothers
Who know this feeling well
But here I tell my sad, sad story
My story filled with Hell.
I was the age of thirty six
I’d been pregnant for eight months
I’d feel him move within my stomach
How I loved his baby lump
But it was then disaster struck
I had a nasty fall
I prayed to God ‘oh please no God
Oh please don’t be so cruel’
They took me to the hospital
Who tried to save his life
He died and then they told me this
That when the time was rife
I would have to birth this child
Though he was dead inside me
And so I did with mind all sick
Because this had to be.
Oh how awful I did feel
That I had to go through this
When baby came, a poor wee corpse
In me there was no bliss
As they took his form away
And left me there, to cry
Asking god so frantically
Why did he have to die?
I often think about my son
Who died before his birth
I think of how it would have been
If he now walked this earth
I often think ‘If there’s a Heaven
Will I, and this child meet?
Will he greet me in that world?
Where the flowers grow so sweet
Vera Duggan 1 January 2014.
Copyright © Vera Duggan | Year Posted 2014
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