Tags
baby loss, bereaved parent, child loss poem, grieving, infant loss poem, Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Month, SIDS
For PILAM Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Month, my son and all the little ones gone to soon.
As the horizon slowly brightens I think of you
Of sweet kisses I can no longer give
Of no longer being able to hold you close
The sun’s rays spread across the earth like your little Angel wings
And I wonder do you walk or fly around the Heavens?
I lament rising from my bed
Sleep is the only time I may receive a visit from you
And Sunrise’s beauty can be lost on me, a mother unable to shake the emptiness in my arms
Each morning I awake I know is another you will not greet me
And it pains my soul the number of mornings that must pass before we meet againn
But one Sunrise will be sweet because it will be the last one separating me, from holding you again and sharing all the love I saved just for you
So sunrise isn’t so bad because each one draws us closer together
I’m expecting you again someday, a thought that warms my heart like the rays of the Sun’s rise…