Baby Girl Emma PT 3

by Brenda   Mar 13, 2016


This last poem I wrote about Emma was 2 years later, I knew her mama still has struggled every day over her death, this is sort of a look back on her short life and what's she's gone through trying to come to grips with losing her baby girl.

I had such
high hopes and dreams
for you,
My beautiful child...
a dancer
leaping into the wind,
a doctor
saving someone's life,
in love, married,
children of your own...
All that crashed
into a wall
the moment you arrived,
frail, struggling
a host of demons
chasing your soul...
We regrouped, rethought
amped up for the fight
we knew was going
to be your life...
-
Life became
a rollercoaster
with all the dips and turns
and unknowns
at every corner
my highs
the highest ever
the lows
dragging me
straight to hell...
For awhile
I thought we had a chance
but that moment
was fleeting
and as quickly as it came
it was gone,
just like you..
My heart burst
into millions of pieces
all my hopes
all my dreams
scattered into the winds
never to have or hold again
irretrievably destroyed,
the pain never fades
the calm never comes
I'm left
with just memories,
sadness,
tears that run unchecked
down my face
at the worse times...
I long to hold you,
lovingly caress your
soft as down cheek
listening to you coo...
Instead I'm standing here
in this deathly quiet
cemetery
feeling the cold
worm its way into my soul,
wishing I could
hold you
just one more time..

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  • 8 years ago

    by Brenda

    Thank you both for your kind words, I really tried to do Emma justice, losing a child leaves you unable to breath and it's always been a parents worse nightmare. I don't know what I would do faced with that.

  • 8 years ago

    by Maple Tree

    Well I'm out of tissues here.....

    Powerful poems I have just read

  • 8 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    ...thoughts standing at her graveside. I could see in my minds eye the image. Head down in deep thought, a word or two spilt and spoken out loud because the inner dialogue is too much. Tears fall hitting the earth, tears full of sorrow, for a missed opportunity for this world to have a warrior princess walks its dusty roads and make them sparkle.

    I am sad now - thank you for breathing life back to this precious girl.

    Take care,

    Michael

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