My baby has gone..
My excitement escaped with you
My love stayed with you
My presence needed you
I couldn't wait for the day to meet with you
But instead
God decided he needed you more
Without warning, without permission
He took you.
I am left broken, scarred and empty
My very first child has left me
Will we meet again?
I Can only wonder when
Either this life, I wish
Maybe God says the next.
It's hard for me to comprehend the reason you ceased
Like a stab to the chest, now my heart is bleeding
Bleeding was literally all i could see
Every hour, every second, for the rest of the week.
I'll be angry, i'll be bitter, i won’t stand to look at another child,
you were only 5 weeks but you were still my child
Dozens of emotions are crossing my mind
Is there any possible way to save this beautiful baby of mine.
I won't get over this, I can't get past this
Emotions now thousands,
I just want back my child
I weeped, i cried, stayed in my room
From this day forward i'll be a recluse
One question repetitively comes to my mind
Why did God choose this plan for me,
I have no clue…
Eventually, surprisingly i found some strength
Which i never believed would even exist
After so much hurt and pain I felt
My heart has been healed inside and out.
Although my baby is not in this world
He was way too beautiful to live on this earth
Surviving in the heavenlies he’ll shine his light
We’ll meet again soon my Angel, goodnight, goodnight.
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Author:
chanté (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I was expecting my first baby, I wanted to simply share my experience of what Thousands of women are going through but may never speak about. This is my version, my experience/ my testimony. I was overwhelmed with joy, until one day Every ounce of Joy left me Instantly I picked up a pen and scribbled down my pain, this is what came out of it. Today, im healed, i no longer feel that pain, and im stronger than i was i hope you somebody finds healing through this. There is always hope at the end of the storm even when we are blind to it.
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Comments1
You will certainly meet again, that loss hurts but it will go in time but the memory will be of love.
THank you, definatley.
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