Her womb became their tomb
In there, they met their doom
A little boy and girl
Lost their chance to unfurl
Two lives snuffed out, no less
Their mom's a murderess.
Her tears will quiet as time heals
Oh, dear Jesus, but how this feels!
Her conscious makes quiet appeals
But she must silence her soul
Forgiveness can’t make her whole
When she made this hard decision
Allowing them their incision
Felt like life’s vilest collision
Abortion is only a word
God’s voice, she had not heard
Feelings to face, heartache to bare
Recalling when she’d not a care
But now she lives on a prayer
What has become of her heart?
What’s become of the soft part?
Without telling anyone, she chose
She’s feeling like everyone knows
So cold inside – has her heart froze?
Wondering about the life…
One she ended, such grave strife!
Abortion - a choice, but why?
These feelings, oh, she wants to die
If only her heart would not cry!
A choice, yes – but you know
Inside her, babe’s blood did flow
Be strong, they said – could she know
Beneath the scalpel, life (love) did grow!
fall sky blue bright light
crimson leaves carpeting earth
grave for a baby
I didn’t see her face.
you did!
I didn’t get to hear of sweet little girl voice.
You did!
I didn’t get to hear her say mommy and daddy!
You did!
I didn’t get to hold her tight.
You did!
I don’t get to dream about her.
You do!
I had all the pain, and the blood, and the agony.
But in the end we both are without her everyday!
(Dedicated to Peyton)
Mother, father are weeping
Because the heavens didn’t send their heart a soul
The wind, their house is breaking
And the morning is very cold
Outside they find
With the earth in the sky
That their sound is not here
Nor is it nearby
There's a train screaming angels to lower their heads
And a cold concrete block reeking of death
When no one was there
When no one was sent
A crowd turned desire
Now all has been spent
There's a stone in the morning summer air
And a clock that is ticking everywhere
A heart that is beating alone and cold
And a sound of weeping taking hold
Mother, father are weeping
Because the heavens didn’t send their heart a soul
The wind, their house is breaking
And the morning is very cold
And outside lay bones of those before
The soil is crying with them all
And the sky opens up for one last look
But looks away for it mistook
That the two were still alive.
Have you seen, with no word,
The immense, cold voids
,among the slender, patient buds,
Received hollow seeds?
Have you beheld the earth
Lay the masks of dreams upon itself,
And like a sullen cradle,
Crush them within its embrace?
Have you seen the old children,
Pitching their tents upon the graves of young mothers,
On that day when mist
Wept upon the bloodied bridal bed of light,
And thunder,
,In a gown of false sequins,
Wed the sky?
I returned to the my embryo,
And my hands,
clenched the throat of motion,
Hardly tight—
Hardly horrified.
Will you ever know
What day it is today?
What hour,
Or the count of endless kisses between two eyelids?
Will time ever wend its way—
That crimson fluid flow
Coursing sluggishly through your drowsy veins?
And my child,
With hurried crimson lips,
Sleeps, suckling the secret of existence,
Hardly deep—
Hardly silent.
That day,
In a dead-end alley,
A closed window wept.
A window whose claws,
Gripped the erected iron bars,
And was crying out:
“The history of our paper-heart has been written in straw.”
Rest my child,
May your dreams be forever sweet,
Like your gentle heart,
A peaceful sleep.
Drift into the silence,
To a peace I'll never know,
For until the world spins in reverse,
I cannot reach where you go.
Slumber away from the evils of this world,
Knowing love will always be by your side,
Rest in heavenly silence,
Pay no heed to the tears that fall at night.
Our prayers are with you,
Every second of everyday,
So sleep my child,
Until you wake up in our arms again someday...
Until you wake up in our arms again someday.
My Fair Lady Lidja--disquiet--sigh
Limit thine opinions, my Lord Miltrose,
Thy intent fails midst tardily shadows
Albeit findeth tis aid satisfy
Ahh! My Lord Sir Gilroy, tis nice surprise
Twill thine fair milieu idle pitched moist lips
Delivery thrills with a smile post scripts
Admittedly the id did simplify
A lady said the incident eclipse
Ships neither sink nor swim in tranquil Springs
Flights robins and whipper-o-willow wings'
Claims to an anointing gift rectify
Blessings of an innocent child ... heartstrings
Mildly midst millennium ... a voice sings ...
“My Lord’s-in-waiting, beseech thy favor
an ear and harken of woven words will
of a lifetime breathes I, here and now,
True Lord in Waiting in time and place
for us to be … somewhere, someplace,
… for all time."
It is so sad what someone did to you
Not wanting to be your mommy
She left you all alone on your special day
Not even giving you a name
She wanted you to be alone for eternity
Little did she know that was not going to happen
It didn’t matter how long you were on this Earth
Many celebrated your life and mourned your death
Know that, for as long as you are in our hearts
You will never be alone in Heaven
The angels will make sure of that
© Poem – VIII/XXVIII/MMXXIV
LRET
Original song: Go In Peace written by Sam Baker
Go and see what's waiting for you
Go and hear sweet angel's sing
I will come, and I'll be with you
When my time here is through
Then I'll fly above the stars
Away from sorrow, away from pain
To the place my heart longs for
To be with you, with you again
Go on wings of birds or angels
Nevermind,I know you'll fly
Your soul is light, no burdens hold you
Even my arms that held you tight
Like a butterfly you flew
Away from me but to your home
And although I ache to hold you
I have faith, I have hope
So don't look behind you darling
Fly straight and fly true
To strong arms that hold you safer
Then these arms ever could.
And if you do look down at me
From your heights of joy above
Don't be sad , don't be angry
Please forgive this mother's love
Dear gillian
I often wonder what you would of been like
The colour of your eyes and the colour of your hair too
i wasnt born yet and didnt get chance to see you
You didnt live for very long on earth
But still a child of God
Who still would of had great worth
Spina bifida and fluid on the brain too
I hope thoose days were not to painful for you
God called you home to be free from all pain
And thoughts is all that remain
I often imagine you sitting in a special chair
I think of heaven
And one day i will meet you there
So for a sister we never knew
We can still always share a thought for you.
Sleep well
R.i.p. baby with all the famlies other babies that God called home little angels
I was buried in a tomb for unknown persons.
When I was alive I knew nothing of this life.
Now that I'm dead I seem to have acquired it all.
My heartless mother abandoned me, unwanted,
Left me on the cold stairs of the door of Poor Claire's.
The rain fell incessantly and I cried hungry.
It was a time when the pandemic COVID raged.
Sister Grace was immune and she heard my poor plight.
She carried me inside, took care of me, knowing
I would not survive the night. She prayed the last rites,
She baptised me, named me Ruth. By morn I was dead.
Someone found a white box and laid me inside it.
Wearing a face mask and gloves they drove me quickly
To a small cemetery. No one wanted me.
No records were kept, just known as “Ruth Unwanted”.
Then my spirit moved out of my body and I
Was lifted high, up above the wet cypress trees,
Above the clouds, above the sun, amongst the stars.
I heard angelic symphonies in a bright place.
I saw Him smiling with love, coming towards me.
No dirge was needed now. I knew I was wanted.
Soul Eater
The concept of the soul was intangible and distant.
Faith and belief all that gave it substance,
weak and watery as it was. Until that wretched day…
I hurt, I ached, in a before unfelt place deep within. My physical being was effected but it did not originate from my body.
If I were paralyzed, or dead to my flesh in some way, This pain would continue, on and on.
The concept of the soul was intangible and distant…until the creation of my body was snuffed out, buried under soil and rock to decompose as corpses do.
My child taken from me caused me to know my soul… for it became tortured. An itch I couldn't scratch…an ache unrelenting, all consuming.
Now I know, beyond doubt, I have a soul…because bright pain always shows his hideous face, demands attention, cannibalizes joy and leaves only dispair.
Loss is the Soul Eater.
Of Passing Cloud
- Roger White
Unaware of the world below, a wispy cloud suspended between Heaven and Earth
drifts westward against an azure sky…
…blithely
As if coaxed by an unseen presence or hastened by a gentle call,
reaches the setting sun of the western horizon…
…quietly
Awash in hues of gold, beautiful and radiant,
delicate tendrils touch the night’s first stars…
…gently
A wispy cloud escapes the bonds of Earth,
ascends into the embrace of Heaven…
…peacefully
We lost you today
And it's sad in many ways
We didn't get to meet you
Or hold you to which is hard to say
My precious Grandson
Now he is God's Angel
And it hurts and is sad today
I will always love you
And remember you
And always miss you
Hugs for your Mom and Dad
Which they are very sad
We all love you everyday
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