Stillborn

I carried you in hope,
The long months of my term,
Remembered the close hour when we made you.
Often felt you kick and move
As slowly you grew within me.
Wondered what you would look like
When your wet heat emerge,
And at what glad moment
I should hear your birth cry,
And I welcom you with all you
With all you need of warmth and food.
We had a home waiting for you.


After my strong laboring,
Sweat cold on my limbs,
My small cries merging with the air,
You came.
You did not cry.
You did not breathe.
We had not expected this;
It seems your birth had not meaning,
Or had you rejected us?
They say that you did not live,
Register you as stillborn.


But you lived for me all that time
In the dark chamber of my womb
And when I think of you now,
Perfect in your little death,
I know that for me you are born still;
I shall carry you with me forever,
My child, you were always mine,
You are mine now.
Death and life are the same mysteries.

thanks for sharing... its so deep and i know that feeling oh too well... if i close my eyes, every little detail of that day comes back... and it feels like only yesterday my son was born asleep...

they will always be alive in our hearts pmums, and i believe one day we will see them as alive as can be.... sending u big hugs.

God bless all of us

Thanks gals

Shoo very sad

Thanks Mpums

Oh mpums its beautiful,left me in tears
Thanx