Sara Kendrick Poet Free verse

Black

The black cloak wrinkled from a restless night 
Worn that day despite its negative appearance
Deep, deep black eyes look darkest from grief
Time only wears away the cloak's black color
Washed to a dull gray-black lacking luster
The fabric worn nearly through from its constant use

Each night's journey into the land of terror
Accompanied by the cloak so real that coated every dream
She would sleep, rest, and dream of reaching for her baby girl
Relive the horror of those black eyes a mirror image of self
Staring back at her set in death's grip, wide open and black
A dream that never went away for it was real life event
Dead at nine months old from pneumonia
Found by those living, deep black eyes that never lived again


My adoptive mother and father had a baby girl who died at 9 months old from pneumonia..My mother fed her at 2 A.M. and when the baby  did not awake in the morning as usual mother went to see about her and she was dead..

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Jack Horne December 28, 2014 at 9:58 AM heartfelt and heartbreaking write here, my friend

Harry Horsman December 26, 2014 at 4:59 AM Oh so sad Sara, you tell it so well. Happy festive season to you and your family...

Andrea Dietrich December 26, 2014 at 12:35 AM Very sad one, Sara. The poem conveys the black pain so well! A strange one for xmas day but well done!! Merry Chistmas too. It's just about over here in snowy Utah.

Nette Onclaud December 25, 2014 at 3:15 PM wrenching piece, sara...i am taken by this reality so well conveyed... may the blessings of Christmas be yours always!.. huggs

Daver Austin December 25, 2014 at 1:58 PM This is heart rending. I weep tears for the baby and parents. LOve, Dave

John Fleming December 25, 2014 at 1:35 PM A very, very powerful and personal piece of poetry!! The child knew life for the shortest of whiles - but life once created cannot be destroyed! The consciousness once created is eternal. We all experience life after death. Our consciousness will experience life countless times; and will do so until time ends. Amen. God bless you, Sara. :) john.