Sara Kendrick Poet Couplet

The Nightmares

Nightmares that come are so bad I'm  afraid to sleep
Exhaustion enters making sleep needs reach their peak

A little light sleep to settle down falling falling deeply sound
The horror no no go away nightmares please dissipate

Same dreams every night since my darling baby cried
She nursed, very well fed in the morning she died

Nightmares night afer night awaking my baby I dread
Being rocked, rocked, rocked, looking down my baby's dead



(My adoptive mother lost a child, a little girl at age nine months old.  Back then people used 
home remedies very seldom saw a doctor.  The child had been sick with a cold, mother fed 
her and the next morning she was dead.  The  doctor who examined  the corpse said that 
she had had pneumonia and choked to dead on the mucous.)

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Christi Kopp February 11, 2010 at 8:25 AM Very emotional piece.

Doris Culverhouse February 3, 2010 at 2:14 PM sad to have lived through this for nannie. Hope she is holding her again. sniff

Michael Maddox February 1, 2010 at 6:35 PM Sara first thank you for your comment on my poem. Second on your poem wow I don't know what to say it really makes you think about life and your children. I have 3 myself and one of them is only 6 months old. I just couldn't immagine. I look forward to reading more of your work. Mike M.

James Fraser January 31, 2010 at 7:33 AM When you look at how people lived not that long ago and to how we live now, wow > we don't know how lucky we are >> James

Mercedes Jordan January 31, 2010 at 7:22 AM I like that a lot. It was different. And yes I have lost a family member. Trying to be strong. Thank You.

Robert A. Dufresne January 30, 2010 at 4:03 PM oh what a nightmarish experience for her or anybody to go through. God bless them!

John Freeman January 30, 2010 at 1:34 PM An awesome write, but sad event Sara. This type of infant death was quite common in those days of which you speak. It is something that is less common in this day. Sincerely, Love, Moses

Duke Beaufort January 30, 2010 at 6:52 AM A great capture of the essence of life's experience. The poem is a gift to let us know how lucky we are. Thank-you SK.

Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen January 30, 2010 at 5:08 AM Very Sad.... Good writing, though. A tear jerker. Thanks for sharing. Love, Dane Ann

Caroline Cécile Delacroix January 29, 2010 at 8:08 PM oh, how horrible! What a nightmare indeed! well written couplet, sara, with much feeling. Thanks for sharing. Best wishes, Caroline.

Linda-Marie Sweetheart January 29, 2010 at 7:49 PM Sad .. so sad... creatively written Sara... I AM BACK... my friend... luv.. blessings.. Linda-Marie

Audrey Haick January 29, 2010 at 7:17 PM Sara, this is so very sad. Wow, it had to have been so hard for your Mom! Home remedies were good but with the complications of pneumonia I guess there was nothing else she could do. So sorry. Peace, Audrey

Andrea Dietrich January 29, 2010 at 7:14 PM A very sad story, sara, and you portray that sadness excellently with your description of the sleepness nights. LUv, Andrea