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Dying more than ever before
Every time I miss you more
A first child that wasn’t born
Dead, now all I do is mourn
Baby only four months old
A treasure I never got to hold
Big hole in my heart tonight
Yelling “Why didn’t you hold me tight?”
"A Lost Baby Boy"
A ngels stroke soft golden tresses
L onely baby floating on gossamer dresses
O pulent candy clouds embrace tiny frame
S nuggle sad heart while singing his name
T ossed into a new realm of strangers
B rave little soul projects love among dangers
A live in spirit world missing family
B ottle in hand to land of milk and honey
Y earning for kisses from Mommy's sweet lips
B asking in moonlight and silver star drips
O ver the rainbow; across the blue seas
Y esterday breathing in fond memories.
L Like a juggler, rhythm of harried routine, a mother performing
O On finding the cling-clang-thump symphony's beats missing
S She froze mid-way through her act, something's just not right
T To her surprise, her rambunctious baby boy was nowhere in sight
B Brushing fears aside, she set to seek him in the game of peek-a-boo
A As she peered in every nook and cranny cooing,"momma loves you!"
B But success evaded her and she was fast losing heart and hope
Y Young mother burst into tears, her sanity dangling on a tattered rope
B "Boo!" a voice behind her in a squeamish cry, all too familiar
O Overjoyed she spun around crying and laughing all the same, feeling happier
Y "You naughty boy!"and he smiled impishly, right behind her, under kitchen counter!
M an stumbles in the dark, we need Your star,
E mmanuel, God with us, hope is here,
R eedemer, savior, You’ve traveled far,
R est now, beautiful child, see kings draw near.
Y eshua, sweet baby of the manger,
C uddled tight by Your young mother, Mary,
H e – blessed gift –for each weary stranger,
R eaching with his small hand to the wary.
I hear the angels singing their song still,
S weet and triumphant in the saddened heart,
T ell His story, Believer, come what will,
M essiah, I pray Your love we impart!
A s the holiday fills you with true joy,
S ky gaze and then praise Him, God’s baby boy.
*I dedicate this poem to Joyce Johnson, a true shining star here on Soup. Her poetry is pure and honest and always a joy to read… and I have never said this strongly enough.
For Francine's Holiday Acrostic Contest
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Your belly has grown so big, the glow on your face is priceless, your hair so vibrant, I love the smile on your face when you feel your little one kicking, I love it when you crave weird foods, everything is going well, you are 8 months now, you look like you are going to pop, your feet swell, your in the bathroom more than the toilet bowel is, you can not wait for this to be over, your almost 9 months now you feel a wetness on your chair, it is time, you rush, you prepare, but you never seem to have everything, your at the hospital, your about 3 centimeters dilated, there is still some time to go, your patient, you waited this long, your 7 centimeters, 8, and 9, you hope it is almost time, you feel like you want to push, you push, and push, you hear the baby cry, you believe that things are okay, because that is what you were told, so it is time to say goodbye, you are tired and need some sleep, you hold your baby for some time, you pass him to the nurse, she sings him a lullaby, you fall asleep, your sleep was dreamless, but you are now awaken in a nightmare that will never end, your baby is in a forever sleep, but how could this end, it just all began, you do not know what happen, you heard his cry, you touched him, he opened his eyes, so why is he gone, from this day you will forever be changed, you held your true love tight before the nurse took him away, you blamed yourself, you question your actions, but it was not your fault, this just sometimes happens, you try to move on with your life, but that becomes difficult, you smile but you are frowning inside, you try to make things right, you try to hide your pain, but everyday you live in sorrow, I know that you are not perfect, but you need to look forward to tomorrow, you can not change what happened, you carried a little angel for 9 months long, then God took him so fast, maybe he has special plans for him, in heaven he is having a blast, even though you do not have him with you, I know that he loves you so, because I saw the way he looked at you, this is something that I know, you are the best mom in the world, I am so glad that he atleast got to meet you, it is not easy to carry on like you do, with the positive attitude that you show, I know one thing for sure, your the strongest mom I know.
faster and faster as i think of the pain inside
closing my eyes
i see her face
oh how i miss you lil sis
everywhere i go i think of you
everyone i see asks me about you
Pain!!!! Munching my heart piece by piece
anger!!! Why didn’t i take you to shop that day
tears of pain ...i feel like i am slowly going insane!!!
nights of sorrow as i lay my head on my pillow
I’m thankful to wake up the next morning
wearing my smile
sitting in my office ..
nothings the same
I’m dying inside
i try and try but i see no light
hope is all i have
faith is all i have
my baby sister where are you
my baby sister God guide you
Killing the weakness in me
i refuse to entertain this pain!!
M aternity the cry goes out
O bviosuly the babes being born no doubt
T rembling with anticipation
H ospital the birth location
E very parent panic torn
R elieved when child is actually born
B ouncing girl or little boy
A bsoulute the parent’s joy
B eaming down a smile so sweet
Y es parenthood can make both complete
F ainted on delivery room floor
A dead weight blocking off the door
T rembling as he comes to see
H is lovely child cute as can be
E xcited in the role he’ll play
R ewarded till his dying day
Today is today tomorrow is tomorrow never say never never say no love love is great but loves is wonderful I love you !!!!!
Holding the newborn baby in your arms
Angelic face looking up at you
Proud new parent still breathless and weak
Pitiful cry of hunger or possibly insecurity
I cradle him close, sharing my body heat
Not knowing him long, but loving him just the same
Every happy experience from the past, now pushed aside
Skin so pale, baby eyes so blue, his secret baby smile
Sister sharing her joy and part of herself with me
A life just beginning, and so unaware;
Born he will not be--it just isn’t fair!
Oh, can’t you just see him as he struggles so,
Resisting the chemicals as inward they go?
Too bad, for his mom didn’t want him to live,
Instead to abortion this body did give.
Oh, listen to this voice and heed to this cry:
Now’s time to stop this ere more babies die!
Abortion is murder, that can’t be denied,
But they call it “birth control,” and they have just lied,
Or “family planning” or some other name;
Regardless, it’s taking life and it is insane.
To call it one’s freedom or call it pro-choice
Is forgetting one person and his right to a voice.
One person, that baby, that life that’s been thwarted,
No choice has he had, for he was aborted!
And now his blood cries from his heavenly home
Because Jesus took him so he’d not be alone.
On high he now dwelleth, and in his new place
Rests forever from those who’d bring him disgrace.
Torn from his mom’s body in violent haste,
In fire he was thrown there along with the waste.
Only now his torn body has been all glorified,
Never more to be butchered through man’s greedy pride.
Americans, please listen to the babies’ dire plight
Because abortion is murder; it’s wrong and not right!
Our God up in heaven will surely repay
Returning this violence on our heads some sad day.
Today is the day to reverse the decision
Inscribed by the court through man’s faulty vision.
Oh, listen to this voice, and heed to this cry:
Now’s time to stop this ere more babies die!
This poem is written with an acrostic of ABORTION.