Thursday, October 16, 2008
The Un-birthday
There is a day circled upon my heart.
It is the day I didn’t hold your wrinkled pink
body in my arms, checking for ten fingers
and ten toes. The day I didn’t swell with
love at the mere sight of you. The day
I didn’t worry if I would be a good mother.
It is a day for grieving for the what-ifs.
What if I held your hand on that first
day of school. What if we shopped for
that perfect prom dress. In that first
heartbreak, what if I held you close and
whispered words of comfort. It is a day
for you my sweet daughter which never
arrived. It is your un-birhtday.
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What a day it could have been! I could not imagine this cruelly still scene.
You have a talent for putting emotions to words!
Eerily sad!
this is so perfectly stated.. and in my own way i know exactly what it feel like to be an un-mom......
thanks for sharing this little window into your world...
I have tears running down my cheeks - what a beautiful, simple, pure, and touching poem. If you can make one cry with your words - you have succeeded in making a masterpiece...
Thanks everyone! Jackie your wonderful! Thank you sweet lady!
This is heart-breaking and I feel I must give you condolences as you look back on that day.
All the "what-ifs" that lie within you; are now in our hearts of awareness. Thank you for sharing dear Sherry. xo
Thanks Melissa, I love ya! I've kind of dealt with the what-ifs, but sometimes they sneak up on me in the most unlikely moments.
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