Blown leaves cascade across the wastelands of the dead,
past ancient stones to forgotten memories,
past the kneeling woman.
Her face turned to heavens skies,
tears seep through clench shut eyes,
falling to the earth like summer rain.
Nigh the time she bore her son, against the odds they told her,
against her age and failing health,
but deep was the longing.
The rose she'd placed on tiny mound,
praying that the angels found,
A place for him in heaven.
Alone I leave the kneeling woman, alone to her thoughts,
to her sadness,
to her faith,
for no words or friendly smile,
will stay her grief,
worn as a wreath,
in her closed eyes.
You have captured the mood and sensitivity of the situation with wonderful creativity in that you use words that lure me in from the first sweeping line, and then right to the end. Beautiful writing! 10 Karin Anderson
A very moving, sensitive write Laurie, you have described the tragedy of a still birth so well here, 10 Lynda xx
This has me in floods of tears, Laurie. Your sensitive blending of nature and the best of human emotions into this esoteric masterpiece shows your deep and compassionate understanding and knowledge of gut-wrenching grief. I read it several times over, as I have done your other poetry because I couldn't do otherwise. Diana
heartbreakingly sad, wonderfully written- i actually cried
A Beautifully written verse....so full of heartfelt emotion...thankyou for sharing..10++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Her grief, worn as a wreath, in her closed eyes..... Those are possibly the saddest yet most incredible lines I have read in a while 10/10