Carrying On.
To live with a loss so great after times
of month-long waiting
invites such a natural rage in that a child,
a babe of no age
who was wanted and loved so much
could die,
and leave me in loneliest pain seems
unbearably hard.
And if heaven was not making it plain
that my dear baby
now faces a state of tenderest peace,
and that clutching him
tightly in my place is an Eternal Love,
touchingly
singing his lullaby needs, I could not
be carrying on.
God knows I must take this view of loss,
see such ways as right,
because if I did not I would go insane,
but now I feel
I can cope with waiting to see him again,
by trying to stay sure
he has not ceased to be, so please God,
carry on helping me
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Fay Slimm. (
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A lovely write Fay. I felt generally 'tired' for about 18 months after the loss of a close relative. I was crawling round the floor at home sometimes. It was not a heatwave. Just no energy at times.
Yes grief has many effects all of which take away energy - thank for the share Orchi
Many of us will have experienced a loss like this - so well expressed dear Fay
No words could aptly describe the loss of a child where a mother is looking for reasons and answers to tearful questions - - I wanted to express something of the trauma a parent has to endure before acceptance makes things a little easier - - thank you for reading and giving your views on this difficult subject Michael.
Oh Fay - so beautiful. Brought to mind a cemetery I used to visit while biking at Lake Placid New York - very old cemetery - with a little grave for two babies - Lulu and irene - 6 mos and 1 1/2 years - died within a day of each other. No parents graves around them - they must have left the area - I always imagine from great sadness. As we used to go there every year, I put flowers on the grave each time I went. The two forlorn little babies alone in the cemetery on top of the mountain.........
Oh what a tragedy to lose two little children within a day of each other - great sadness and your warm heart could not pass that way without leaving flowers on the grave - - thank you for sharing your tragic find in that cemetery Lorna - - and for the read about the grief a mother must feel as she says her sad goodbye to a young child.
My faith was tested and changed... no answers were found... questions still reside within..... life goes on.... maybe all will be revealed in finality... hope?... faith?... disappointment?...
sorrow?.. life goes on....
Dear friend - the poem touched a deep place it seems and my heart goes out to those having that experience - losing a young one brings grief beyond measure - my thanks for your honest comment D.A. - - - as you state such loss brings with it changes never before imagined.
Thanks for sharing an important subject Fay ~ Infant mortality. In the UK the current statistics are (for babies under ONE) 5 in a 1000 for BOYS and 4 in a 1000 for GIRLS ~ so most extended Families will have some experience and will empathise with your Poem ~ as we both can. ANGELA tells me that (as with miscarriages) most are caused by genetic problems. Some however are due to accidents or neglect & abuse and these are the worst cases. Parents I know who have lost a seemingly healthy Baby ~ never recover. Cot Deaths are a controversial issue but sleeping Babies should be monitored & checked and Babies should not sleep in the same bed as their Parents. Thanks for dealing so gently with a difficult subject. Yours BRIAN & ANGELA. Please check our Collaboration Poem on REST .................... ! Thanks B & A.
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