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A Mother (not) To Be
Empty arms long to hold,
The child lost.
Desperate heart longs to love,
The child gone.
Lying on a cold steel table,
Open for the world to see.
Bleeding from an unseen place,
A mother not to be.
Empty arms long to hold,
The child lost.
Desperate heart longs to love,
The child gone.
Lying on a cold steel table,
Open for the world to see.
Bleeding from an unseen place,
A mother not to be.
awwww this is soooo sad.
~alison
This poem stood out and I had to read it, and I'm glad I did. My girlfriend and I had to go through this, but it never bothered me as much as it did her. This writing shows me that no matter how close I would have come to it, there is no stronger connection then a mother and it's child. I hope to see more.
'Bleeding from an unseen place,
A mother not to be.'
In such a short peice, greif and sadness become as prominent as the dark at night. The power of this overwhelms me.
Great job as ever. Laurenx
I applaud the return of this Important Poet to postpoems, and this first of her new poems that I have read demonstrates that her considerable talent is alive and well.
Starward-Led [in Chrismation, Januarius]
Though writing about death, you make the subject come to life. This poem is vividly sad.
only a mother would truly understand this poem, and only a mother who has lost a child would truly feel this poem....I am both, and you touched me.
Powerful write. Well done and very sad as the non-mother will live with that loss for the rest of her life, but peace (and forgiveness if needed) can be just a prayer away.
HK
Hey I saw all your comments on my poems thanks. I know a little where your comeing from on this poem. My brother died like that.