It was evening when you went away,
I wondered where did you go.
While your twin sister was left cooing,
and playing with her toes.
Come along kids they told us,
don’t worry, nothing is wrong.
But I saw the tears on their cheeks,
as they hurried us along.
I heard them say you gave no warning,
no crying or gasping for a final breath.
I thought that you were just sleeping,
I did not understand the meaning of death.
A few days later they told me,
that off to heaven you flew.
I was mad that you never even said goodbye,
Or asked me to go with you.
I was so young when you left us,
but I still hold the memory of you within.
Even after they put you in the dark earth,
and no one ever talked about you again.
one month old baby dies from SIDS
two-year-old does not survive cancer.
three-year-old expires from pneumonia
four-year-old is killed in a tractor accident.
At seventy-two I wonder….
why them?
Why not me?
It makes me want to enjoy every minute that I can
in honor of the ones who did not get anywhere near 72.
It seems like the least I can do, I think
as I reach for hot cherry pie with vanilla ice cream.
We do not want to frighten anyone, especially the kids.
This was told to us by the ghost walkers – two Susies and two Sids.
Susie Mom and baby Susie, and Sid One and now Sid Two.
They were careful not to scare anyone, holding in each enormous boo
May these words upon my breast
seek to help and heal and deliver
for these times we may shiver
at tricks the evil lay at our feet
in our minds on our street
that we may fall but for the call of the lord
For he is not the author of confusion
winged prayers will lift us in unison
and the sweetest spirits will fill the room
not foul language but blessed as rose bloom
And the wails of the widows will prevail
loved one is in heaven and we share
love still just one is closer to God
Fret not for he is with you dear heart
And the parents who lost a child
even at birth who long for a smile
stillborn, SIDS, sickle cell, other illness
God is moving even in the stillness
And history has the issue of blood
Woman healed by just one touch
All these trials we hear in hymns
Get you riled up to run to him
Only one son can we run to
And one God we trust so true
When in dilemma or sticky situation
Always remember invocation.
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They had two children
a boy and a girl
They'd done their bit
for a crowded world
Billions then living in poverty
Conditions heartbreakingly unsanitary
The 'moral' thing for parents to do
If having kids, stop at two
So dad had a vasectomy
Quickly and quite easily
His tubes were tied
Hs conscience satisfied...
Yet just eight months later
He wished he'd had
an appendectomy
or tonsillectomy --
anything but a vasectomy
,
For his baby daughter had died of SIDS
and now he could father no more kids
Just as painful, down the road
his son came out as gay
~ No grandchildren for him; no way
"Be fruitful and multiply"
Was commanded not just to the fruit fly
But to Adam and Eve, now mocked with mirth --
Though my poor friend with a vasectomy
Knows only pain on this Earth
He wants you to have as many children as you can
Not to think that you're privy to the Divine plan
the consecrate rose
sits on the bureau
its petals ebonized
now delicate
like life
the tempo of night
strums through whispers
of gentle wind
beneath the tones
of a lullaby
as shadows rock
back and forth
on roseate walls
while obtuse thoughts
peek in and out of mind
like the indigent moon
shrouded by clouds
she suckles on thoughts
as she kisses the infant
the press of hard glass
kissing back through the edges
of her delirium
she tries to mediate
in her sleepless mind
between lifeless beats
faded in egregious moments
that fate pillaged from hope
and the pleas of unanswered prayers
as they fell like rituals
night after night
awakening to cockcrow
her tears bleed
against crimson flesh
as she rocks
hands empty
alone
August 16, 2019
she doesn’t know I left my urge up in
the icebox under the roof on the floor
of the consulate’s attic it’s pretended
anymore like a terrifying war between
two bitter friends in love with guns
but not the bullet this pretense endured
for vanity’s sake
home in the hamptons
a cobweb inflects on a cranny cornered
by our calico kitten we’re not kids
anymore with worthy wars to abhor
clinics to bomb new partners to kiss
so it’s her and I so it’s houston I miss
bright bright blasts
bind the cradle blind SIDS
LIGHTS OUT
electromagnetic grid,
worse than sids, baby,
blowing our crib,
scary!
4/20/2018
I'm angry and I'm in a great deal of distress.
I have learned that my wife is a murderess.
We've had four babies, two sons and two daughters.
By the time she was through, all four were slaughtered.
I didn't know she was killing them, I thought they died of SIDS.
I am both shocked and horrified because of what my wife did.
I knew that it was murder when we lost baby number four.
I couldn't stay with that woman so I walked out the door.
It was so hard for me to accept the truth.
I would go to the cops but I have no proof.
What really angers me is that she shows no remorse.
I'm free of her, I'm in the process of getting a divorce.
She needs to get help but sadly, she will not.
If she remarries and kills another baby, I hope that she gets caught.
(This is a fictional poem.)
Written by SaraThorp
Sids Bail Bonds
Guess who I've got in my trunk
Is this some kind of perverted inuendo
I need to speak to Sid
Sids not available right now
Last I heard he was rubbing two sticks
together and trying to start a fire
with pure rage
I'm going to get a bonus for this one
I want a bonus for getting through the week
without stabbing someone with a fork
The weeks not over yet
OMG what a scene. What dialogue.
You go girl. Your writing is on fire.
With scenes like this one.
I see why you are a shining star.
Sparkle and razzmatazzle sparring
with the boys who think by far
they are the only Hollywood running
with fans who are worshipping
their intellect with manly adoring
Screw the critics
We all forget the lines
sometimes
Lose Yourself. the song by Eminem
Go back to the trailer park
keep writing
and believe in yourself
You can do anything
you set your mind to
Woman
Searching for some answers while constantly trying to ease the pain
Inquiring straight to God above, I ask him who was to blame
Despite of our imperfections, he reassured that it was his call
She was needed back up in Heaven to assist him when we fall
Sympathetic to our suffering, he tries to wipe the tears away
Understand this was his plan for she was never meant to stay
Remembering her is bittersweet, as we are reminded of our great loss
Virtually nothing helps other than knowing Christ died for us upon the cross
Instead of drowning in sorrow and pain I will try to look for the light
Visions of happy reunions ahead help to make the future seem bright
Occasionally I still have bad days; although, they get further in between
Recovery is a slow, steady process that's possible only with God on my team
We put you down to sleep in your crib
We awakened to find, you were taken by SIDS
It was Sudden Infant Death Syndrome
That took you away from our home
So early in life, you were taken away
We're left behind with so little to say
The question of "Why?" fresh in our minds
The answers, we may never find
The pain will linger on for many years
We just have to fight, to hold back the tears
For we must go on with the rest of our lives
We must look at this tragedy through God's eyes
Our baby is in Heaven, He's our little Angel
We must look to our memories and be very thankful
We miss you, Our Angel, so very much
In our hearts, you'll always be loved
In Memory Of My Son Joshua
Copyright © 1997 Shari E Davis
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