Oh my son, I’ve dreamt you again.
You’re thin as this sleep but let me hold you
My little egg shell child.
Does it hurt anymore when you fade away?
I’m sorry
To make you say goodbye so often.
What is it they say
About mothers letting go?
They can’t.
I never held my dream in real arms.
Real arms, no
But I held you and I hold you still
In fragile visions that feel like memories.
Oh my son, to have memories
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As a mother that has suffered the same loss,This is completely heart-breaking and empowering and beautiful! Thank you for sharing.
Natalie, thank you so much for commenting. I’m glad it touched you.
Incredibly sad 😦
some utterances are so sacred they leave me tearfully silent
Thank you for your sincere reading and commenting!
wow! this is a very moving piece; I’m so glad you went to the trouble of commenting on my blog else I would never have discovered this.
Well, I’m glad I stumbled upon your blog as well! Thank you for the kind words.
and thanks btw for following my blog. I have another poem tomorrow — a real strange one — I hope you drop by and leave a comment. I have added you to my short ‘List Of Favourites’
Oh thank you so much! I will definitely stop by and read more tomorrow – looking forward to it! 🙂
I held my still-born son Gregory and said “good-bye”.
I’ll always cherish our pain. It’s all I have from him.
Take care of yourself.
Thank you for sharing, and commenting.
its perfect and beautiful post. Great!!! good job..
Thank you very much!
I’m sorry to make you say goodbye so often – beautiful, but heartbreaking…
Thank you, Nadine – for reading and for your kind comment.
So beautiful! Your writing flows so easily 🙂
Thank you! Sometimes the poems just fall out, and sometimes it’s a slow, oozing process that takes days. This is one of those that just fell out… Thank you for reading and commenting!
this was beautiful and tender. My heart aches for you
Thank you very, very much.
I looked at the date of your post and had to read on. Gratefully my preemie born on January 11th lived. There were times I thought he wouldn’t but he was really very large for a preemie and somehow fought on. I’d say I could imagine how you feel but I really can’t. No one can unless like some of the people above they’ve been there. Thank you for sharing, your poetry is beautiful and brave and well-crafted.
Thank you so much for taking the time to leave that comment. I very much enjoyed reading your blog as well and am looking forward to reading more. Thank you, again.
I came to read poetry of a poet I had not read before.
I am leaving, knowing I will return often. This poem
speaks to me on a personal level. I lost my son when
he was grown. I am thankful for the beauty of his time
as I know you cherish the bonds between you and your
son. Loss is such a painful process but eventually the scar
becomes thee strongest part of the skin. I am so sorry
for your loss..
I read several of your poems and each one moves me
is a spectacular way. You have an extraordinary talent.
Wow – thank you, from my bottom of my heart! Thank you for sharing, for commenting, and for caring. Your kindness is truly humbling.
As someone who has suffered this type of loss twice, I know the pain all too well. This resonated with me. Very beautiful.
I am so sorry. Thank you for reading and commenting. It means a great deal.
While I do not have children, My heart was broke as I read this and tears started streaming down my face. So beautiful yet so sad. Hugs…
xx
Sooz
Sooz, thank you, thank you, thank you. I am seeing your comments now and am truly touched.
‘came back and found this all over again – beautiful
Thank you sincerely. I’ll try to have something we by the time you stumble back again. Grad school is keeping me from the writing I like best.