On the white sheets lie shades of peach and crimson.
Her brown eyes see tears rolling through the room.
A framed portrait presents a denied future.
Aching, the pale lids close and absorb peace.
The progeny, cheeks wet, quit to another room.
One remains, trembling and daring to defy,
Fingernails dig into the flesh of numb hands.
His mind’s voice screams to the heavens:
My child will never know her grandmother!
She won’t be held by her anymore,
Kissed by her anymore,
Spoiled by her anymore.
She’ll never be able to sit in her lap,
Say ‘I love you’,
And feel the love returned ten-fold!
You!
You denied them both!
And you denied me!
A sob escapes from his lips as legs buckle.
His eyes close in mourning.
Arms drape across shaking knees.
A beaten soul slouches in defeat.
A light flows over the soft grave.
His wet eyes search out the origin.
From within the now pale husk
The tips of feathers reach upwards.
Pearly wings spread from the carcass,
Followed by radiant robes of white.
The heavens draw the angel to them.
Her smile roots its love in the heart of a son.
He suddenly becomes aware of a spectator.
His eyes turn toward the clueless crowd.
Wrapped in the comfort of a mother’s arms,
His tiny cherub watches with smiling eyes.
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By Gary R. Hess on Jan 7, 2008 |
You know, I tried to think of something to say for this poem, but it is difficult. It’s well written, enough to make me feel pain for your loss. However, the ending is refreshing that something good came from a horrible beginning.
Anyways, I can relate (on the other side of the story). I never met my grandfather, who supposedly played a large part in my life the first few years it began. I’ve seen plenty of pictures of him holding me, smiling. And I’ve heard tons of stories about him holding me, playing with me, etc.
When I look at the pictures of this, I can see how much he looks like other people who have played an important roll in my life. So somehow, I know that even though he isn’t here, he somehow is.
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By Saphrym on Jan 7, 2008 |
Yeah, we tell Nicole those stories too. My mom passed away about 5 months after my daughter was born. But we did manage to get some pictures of them together.