Our Baby Angels- Collaboration
Weeping shall never become a thing of the past,
I feel this heartache will always feel free to last.
When I can no longer stand the pain of loss’s fear,
I shall become nothing but a lonely woman here.
I know I need redemption, and I know I need it fast,
but these memories of my sweet boy bring a crimson tear.
He was but an innocent child when he suddenly died,
I laid there on my cold bed and continually cried.
No more reasons to live as my heart also stopped beating,
and these moods of depression keep repeating.
I just couldn’t cope no matter how hard I tried,
this pain is so intense, so unbearably defeating.
I held my dead baby boy to my beating heart,
until at last this mother and child had to part.
I laid him in his eternal coffin bed,
standing like stone through his funeral and words said.
At his grave I sang for my little sweetheart,
and on his coffin I laid bright roses red.
In the days and months that passed I was hollow,
a shadow of me and food I could not swallow.
I went deep and inner and let no love inside,
I remained unresponsive no matter who tried.
Often, a winding path to his grave I did follow,
will the day come, when I can put his death aside.
Collaboration - Grab a Writing Partner - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
January 10th, 2018
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2018
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