Jan Allison Poet Free verse

Bittersweet Nineseventeen Pm

I was in the hospital delivery suite
On November 20th 1993
A day I’ll never forget
At nine seventeen PM
You took your first breath 
As I pushed you into the world
My son, my precious son
I cried tears of joy

You were in a room at Hospice
November 20th 1993
A day I’ll never forget
At nine seventeen PM
You took your final breath 
And departed this world
Sadly you never got to meet your only grandson
I cried tears of sadness

Fictional poem, but sadly my father in law died before my son was born ... his first and only grandchild 

nineseventeenPM Contest
Sponsored by John Lawless

6/20/18

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Paris-Maree Boreham July 13, 2018 at 11:49 AM Emotions shine through these words and touched me, Thank you for sharing Jan Allison July 13, 2018 at 12:28 PM Thanks Paris-Maree:-) hugs Jan xx

Eve Roper June 20, 2018 at 6:52 PM Heartbreaking and well done poem Jan.. luck in the contest..Hugs Eve ~ ‘ * Jan Allison June 20, 2018 at 7:09 PM Thanks Eve:-) hugs Jan xx

Andrea Dietrich June 20, 2018 at 6:21 PM You really came up with a very creative take on this contest theme, Jan. I sure hope I can do the same. A very sad one! Jan Allison June 20, 2018 at 7:08 PM Thanks Andrea:-) hugs jan xx

Harry Horsman June 20, 2018 at 4:12 PM Very touching Jan, like this, as you say, would have happened. Jan Allison June 20, 2018 at 4:38 PM I wish my father in law had lived to meet my son, he would have been their one and only grandchild:-( hugs jan xx

Carolyn Devonshire June 20, 2018 at 3:49 PM Your poem gave me tears too, Jan. Timing can be so off sometimes. A powerful, emotion write, dear. Hugs, Carolyn Jan Allison June 20, 2018 at 4:37 PM Thanks Carolyn:-) hugs jan xx

Ilene Bauer June 20, 2018 at 3:02 PM well done, jan! my dad died in my 3rd month of pregnancy - my son is named after him... Jan Allison June 20, 2018 at 4:37 PM aww Ilene that must have been very difficult for you:-( hugs jan xx

Anna Hopper June 20, 2018 at 2:49 PM Beautiful write. I must admit, I am relieved to find it was fiction. Sort of, anyway. Jan Allison June 20, 2018 at 4:36 PM Thanks Anna:-) hugs jan xx

Phyllis Babcock June 20, 2018 at 12:48 PM Heartbreaking write. Some never get to meet a parent or a grand parent and that is so sad. Have a nice week. love phyl Jan Allison June 20, 2018 at 4:36 PM I never met my father's parents or my maternal grandmother as she died when mum was about 8, he married again and when she died he married again so i had a step step grandma, I was always so envious of my friends who had grandparents:-( hugs jan xx

Lyric Man June 20, 2018 at 12:31 PM Jan, I posted our collaboration! My soup mail isn't working for some reason so let me know any final edits you want to make. It's called, "My Island Girl" Jan Allison June 20, 2018 at 4:34 PM I've mailed you my friend, so glad to see LYRIC MAN is back and this time for good!:-) hugs Jan xx

Daniel Turner June 20, 2018 at 11:55 AM I know the feeling well, Jan. my children did not get to know my dad. They would have dearly loved that chance, I'm sure. Good luck:) Jan Allison June 20, 2018 at 4:33 PM I never had grandparents just a step step grandma, at least my son had my parents and my hubbies mum (not that we saw her that often) hugs jan xx

Alexis Y. June 20, 2018 at 10:55 AM Hi Jan, What a sad and emotive piece. It was so "bittersweet ". This happens often, as one enters the world another is leaving the world. I wish you the best of luck in the contest - Alexis Jan Allison June 20, 2018 at 4:32 PM Exactly Alexis, you have interpreted it so beautifully:-) hugs jan xx

Tom Cunningham June 20, 2018 at 10:17 AM Lovely verse Jan but with sadness too. A happy memory and a painful one. Good luck. Tom. Jan Allison June 20, 2018 at 4:31 PM Thanks Tom:-) hugs jan xx

Lin Lane June 20, 2018 at 8:33 AM Nicely written contrast in emotions, Jan. It's a goosebumps kind of story. Jan Allison June 20, 2018 at 4:31 PM I'm not sure if it's what John is after but i had to go with my muse:-) My father in law was a lovely gentle man it is such a shame he never met my son who would have been his one and only grandchild:-( hugs Jan xx

Mike Gentile June 20, 2018 at 8:07 AM A heartbreaking write, Jan Glad to see it was fictional but saddened to read of your father in law. A terrific entry for the contest. Well Done xxoo Jan Allison June 20, 2018 at 8:23 AM It was terribly sad mike in fact on reflection he never knew that he was to be a grandfather as I didn't find out I was expecting until the month after he died. Hugs Jan xx