How Can A Heart Just Stop?

by Larry Chamberlin   Jan 7, 2013


I lay here next to you
with death between us
carried in your belly
like doomsday's angel.

How we dreamed,
how we rejoiced
we were truly
a real family.

Until last week when
you felt something,
or didn't feel anything,
like life fell asleep.

I've never hated doctors
until one told me
the life we'd planned
had left us in ashes.

Then, to wait a week
before taking it out!
How have you done it
knowing what's inside!

I'm with you here
still laying in bed
just as we have for
five nights straight.

Together we'll deal
with the lessor pain
for we already bore
what cannot be born.

[For Leo & Yacira and tiny Marco]

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  • 11 years ago

    by Angie

    (Weekly Contest Comment - 1/14/13)

    Larry, the only thing I'm going to say is that this write is so heartbreaking, its written with so much emotion, it makes the reader truly feel the pain of their loss and the love they had for their unborn child and for each other. My heart goes out to this beautiful couple for their loss and what they had to endure. (10)

  • 11 years ago

    by Sincuna

    "It is my brother-in-law and his wife dealing with this horror. The fact the doctors could not take it from her for a week was the cruelest part of it. "

    ^ I can only imagine the terror that comes along in this, the possible nights she would wake up from a nightmare that is an extension of a reality. This is almost inhuman, the suffering of knowing a future pain and grief; possibly worse than knowing before hand that a leg would be amputated or the eyes would lose its purpose -- at least for both one could still cherish the last moments. But for the mother, what could she cherish? The "doom's day angel" may have already been taken out, but the emotional pain, the dreams of what could have become, the phantom baby still remains. And this hurts.

    I'm not going to comment on the poem's construction because I understand how personal this must be for you. The topic itself has moved me. I'm sorry that you were part of such tragedy. But if anything, I'm thankful you shared this, I honestly could only imagine such dread.

    If it's okay to discuss here (since future/current readers might want to know as well), why should she have to wait a week for the operation? Sorry but I'm clueless on this kind of horrific case.

  • 11 years ago

    by Half Husband Half father

    A very deep and sad piece of work, words clearly showing their emotions, mr larry a masterpiece it is 5/5
    God bless you

  • 11 years ago

    by Hellon

    I've looked at this poem...seems like forever now, trying to find something to say and the only word I can come up with is B******. Hey...you are a professional man yourself and...I wonder, in the past, did you have that "stick together thing...cover everyone's ass" like I feel doctors do before this happened? I sat in a hospital emergency department watching my first grandchild bleed onto the plastic seat my daughter was sitting on while I pleaded for a nurse to save her some dignity and bring her a sanitary pad...I was told ...if you don't calm down lady we will call security...like I said...B*******

    Sorry...I got a bit emotional here...I told my daughter there will be more babies and now she has two...maybe you can hope you family will have the same happiness....I do hope so, not that it will ever erase the scars for anyone here Larry....

  • 11 years ago

    by Maple Tree

    Larry, this piece breaks my heart... the tragic loss and the week those two people had to endure is truly heartbreaking... my thoughts are with them and the rest of the family as well...

    You have penned a touching poem... I'm not going into much detail and just how elegant the flow is, only because with this piece, its emotional message is so great... but the way you wrote this... allows the reader to be in the moment with them... not a dry eye, when it comes to reading this piece... very touching Larry and thank you for sharing...

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