In lullabies and lavender skies,
you may see tiny feet and hands.
In baby blue, among clouds that hue,
infant eyes like distant lands.
In butterfly kisses and starlight wishes,
you’ll remember the dreams you dared.
In pastel smells and ocean shells,
you’ll hear the breath you shared.
In Poo Bear cribs and between your ribs,
the emptiness is keen.
In adult anguish you may languish;
it matters not that you’re still a teen.
The scars you know may never show
but they will always be there.
Whether in mega malls or school halls,
a pain family and friends can not repair.
I can’t say why, you may start to cry
when it seems there’s no reason at all.
Just know it’s okay to have a bad day,
or to sit staring at a blank wall.
As bittersweet tears turn into years
there’ll be many lost moments to mourn.
But when you do pause, remember this also was
the day a childless mother was born.
I can’t say when, but someday again
I pray your waking thoughts will calm.
As darker days meet sun-dried rays
remember you’re always a mom.
you may see tiny feet and hands.
In baby blue, among clouds that hue,
infant eyes like distant lands.
In butterfly kisses and starlight wishes,
you’ll remember the dreams you dared.
In pastel smells and ocean shells,
you’ll hear the breath you shared.
In Poo Bear cribs and between your ribs,
the emptiness is keen.
In adult anguish you may languish;
it matters not that you’re still a teen.
The scars you know may never show
but they will always be there.
Whether in mega malls or school halls,
a pain family and friends can not repair.
I can’t say why, you may start to cry
when it seems there’s no reason at all.
Just know it’s okay to have a bad day,
or to sit staring at a blank wall.
As bittersweet tears turn into years
there’ll be many lost moments to mourn.
But when you do pause, remember this also was
the day a childless mother was born.
I can’t say when, but someday again
I pray your waking thoughts will calm.
As darker days meet sun-dried rays
remember you’re always a mom.
Author notes
I give Fairy Nutty Buddy permission to copy and reformat my poem into a book for Ashley.
Written September 2nd, 2006
A contest entry
- Heaven Bless this Mother and Lost Child by Fairy Nutty Buddy.
300 points, ended September 11, 2006, 10 entries
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woooooooooooow !! this is soooooo wonderful !! i just love it ,, so so much !!!
As bittersweet tears turn into years
there’ll be many lost moments to mourn.
But when you do pause, remember this also was
the day a childless mother was born.
these lines just rocked my senses !!
thank you so much for entering and best wishes in the contest !
your well wisher ,
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Truthwriter,
Thanks so much. I'm glad you liked the poem, as it is a personal favorite of mine also. Congrats on a very successful contest, I enjoyed being a part of it!
Best wishes,
~J.
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Thanks!
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This was a most well deserving gold.. Congrats..
DS -
i am in awe of your talent to express such heartfelt love for a family in such grief. your words are extremely comforting and written purely by love and i feel the emotions very very deeply. a beautiful poem and an illumination of the author's heart whose capacity to care for others is inspiring & given with grace.
i am very sorry for Ashley's loss & my thoughts & prayers are with her & those she loves.
bless your sweet soul
lynn -
Kimberly,
My family has had their share of losses of this type. My sister lost 2 or perhaps 3 before finally being blessed with a daughter through in vitro fertilization, then my son who was born premature, and most recently my niece who miscarried. I also suspect my ex sister-in-law aborted one when her marriage to my brother was falling apart. We have all found ways to honor the little ones we have lost and find great appreciation for the few we do have. Each year at Christmas I buy clothing and toys for "Toys for Tots", picking out items for a child who would be the same age as my son, had he lived. Even my parents remember that their first grandchild is one they never had a chance to know. While memories are painful, they are also a great comfort.
Thanks again,
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My brother-in-law (31 years old) died in February and my father-in-law said, "this is now two sons we have lost." I had forgotten about their experience just like this with their first son, who either was stillborn or only lived a short while after birth. I did not ask for details. Even though it's been over 36 years since their baby died and they moved on and had two more healthy boys, that baby is still a lost son to them. Your poem just made me think of that, how they will always be mom and dad to that baby boy and he will be a lost son to them. Again, this is a beautiful poem, Trista.
Kimberly G.
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My belief is simple: children can be taken from us, but motherhood is forever. Thank you for reading and commenting, but mostly for hosting such a heartfelt contest.
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I don't feel there is a lot I can say other than thank you for reading and that I'm so sorry for Ashley's loss. It's a difficult thing for anyone to deal with, but when it's a person who is so young it seems especially heartbreaking. Thank you for letting me share this.
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Excellent
All I can do is cry for this
I can’t say when, but someday again
I pray your waking thoughts will calm.
As darker days meet sun-dried rays
remember you’re always a mom.
Love your heart, Your Rick -
WOW... just WOW. This is incredible. You did an amazing job with this Trista, amazing. Thank you so much for writing this and sharing your love with Ashley.
Kimberly G.
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Good Luck!
This was wonderful...I loved it. Thanks so much for sharing and best of luck to you in the contest.
Kari
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