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About This Poem
The Death of a Child
This was no nightmare! The news, was….real
Shivering, cold, REAL!
A world had collapsed…my world, our world…
The pain…unbearable
The loss…inconsolable.
Where there was warmth and laughter, now a homeless love!
My child had gone…I didn’t lose him, but he has gone!
He wasn’t just…my child.
He was ME! …I was HIM! …We were ONE!
My lungs can’t breath. My brain can’t think.
My life can’t function while a part of me is missing.
People lose a piece of a jigsaw…my jigsaw is blank!
Time has been frozen, I am frozen it time.
No more dreams… just memories
Empty days and lonely nights.
Empty heart!
I pray this torture…this living torture will one day end!
Is this the death of me? Or is a pin-head of light enough?..
© 3/12/2012
Dedicated to Holly Moore. A very strong lady...
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