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.

8 comments:

Chandini said...

What a day it could have been! I could not imagine this cruelly still scene.

June said...

You have a talent for putting emotions to words!

petra michelle; Whose role is it anyway? said...

Eerily sad!

paisley said...

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...

Jackie said...

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...

White Rose said...

Thanks everyone! Jackie your wonderful! Thank you sweet lady!

SunShine said...

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

White Rose said...

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.