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The Silent Crib

Long the silence in his crib 
Where happiness once bloomed.
Draped in black are closed white doors
Of his empty nursery room.
No longer does his hobby horse 
Rock wildly with abandon.
No longer does his happy voice 
Echo down the hallway canyon.

Long are the faces of his parents 
In the nearby silent bedroom, 
Which hide unanswered questions 
Among sorrow guilt and gloom.
Why does God take such good young boys, 
And leave their homes so unreconciled?
Nothing empties your life so quickly 
As the death of your only child.

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Steven Getz

Date: 1/4/2024 6:30:00 PM

Thank you. This poem was written to express the feelings of a young couple that I knew who had a son who died more than two decades ago. They worked their way through this problem, but it created problems in their marriage. They had one more son, but it did not replace their first one, and they were overly protective of their second son. Sad.

Jan Allison

Date: 1/4/2024 3:35:00 PM

absolutely heartbreaking scenario so vividly portrayed in this emotional poem, I cant even think about how hard it would be to lose a child. well penned Steven