The doctor told me without emotion,
That my baby Jesus was still born,
He had lung problems and his heart stopped.
Now I sit and pray for his eternal soul.
In my hospital bed I stared out the window
A white dove in the tree fly into the heavens.
Just as suddenly it was replaced by a black crow.
I held my dead baby boy in my arms,
The Doctor said it wasn’t their policy,
But the Nurses broke the rules for me.
They understood the depth of my despair.
I carried Jesus for 9 months and now, nothing.
I will stare into the Sun and blind myself,
That I might not see others holding healthy babies.
I will cover my ears that I should not hear their tiny voices.
I will stop praying to a God that kills babies.
Tonight I will walk into the black ocean until the black water covers me.
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David Wakeling (
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Comments5
Dark and sad. To any mother their child is a baby Jesus and as a metaphor a dead God is held by many. A most interesting write
Thank you so much for your insightful comments.mucho appreciado
Such despair and tragedy. Such harrowing loss.
Indeed a strange role for the creator to actually destroy.Thanks for reading
Excellent write David
Thank you mi amigo
You're welcome
Just full of hurt sorrow despair and tragedy, a haunting and emotional piece
Yes half the world is in Light the other half is in darkness.Thanks for commenting
You are very welciome
Emotive words David. Many years ago this happened to one of our friends and she had to give birth to a dead baby. There is nothing quite so sad as going to a babies funeral with the baby in a tiny coffin.
Andy
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