Our Baby Angels- Collaboration

Weeping shall never become a thing of 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 a 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 I let no love inside,
I remained unresponsive no matter who tried.
   Often, wandering a path to his grave, I do follow- 
                  Will the day come that I can put this death aside.

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January 9, 2018


Poetry/Rhyme/Our Baby Boys
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Beautiful Scars

January 10, 2018 at 9:19 AM

thank you sweet lady for doing this meaningful collab with me :) I am so honored to write finally with you! It was long overdue. You are always in my thoughts and prayers Broken Wings. May you be filled with eternal peace and joy, be blessed and hugs :) Laura Loo

Poet Destroyer A

January 9, 2018 at 10:45 PM

A very heart wrenching poem. Broken, i hope you and Laura will find healing, as a mother, i know, this pain can never be put to a side. You've written a heartfelt collaboration ... well done, thank you for sharing... Linda

Sunlite Wanter

January 9, 2018 at 5:33 PM

You must have been crying all time you were writing this. I don't know how you did it, but it is a way out of that intense grief, I hope. So bitterly beautiful.