Barely tasting a simple breath,
gone is she now from this life.
Taken by this tyrant, Death,
leaving behind grief’s sharp knife.
Snapping loud, like lightning’s thunder,
the Crime enacted, mocking this place.
A mother’s heart is torn asunder,
longing the wonder of a daughter’s face.
Cold arms wanting a warmth so special.
Sorrow stays and simply reminds
how she can break the strongest metal,
breathing seems so unkind.
Allow for them a little ease,
while little one patiently waits.
They will see her on shores of peace,
just within eternal gates.
For the family of Chloe Lane, who passed away at 5 weeks old 3/28/08
Author notes
“While the child was alive, I fasted and wept; for I said, ‘Who can tell whether the LORD will be gracious to me, that the child may live?’ But now he is dead; why should I fast? Can I bring him back again? I shall go to him, but he shall not return to me.”—2 Samuel 12:22-23 (David is speaking, talking about the death of his infant son.)
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Comments
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WOW...a remarkable piece of poetry. Outstanding words of comfort and tenderness. Excellent scripture as well. Best to you in the contest.
Sam
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A very touching write. A simple explination of the event of the time. Beautifully done.
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You have touched my heart deeply with this amazing poem. Thank you so much for this. I shall print it and when I make Chloe's scrapbook it will go inside it. Then one day when my daughter has healed enough, she will want to read it. God bless you dear.
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