The forgotten birth after me,
a pair
was my twin
Ignored; they stared at me
but not him
Wail and distress
I moved with
the splashed white
But he never
My fingers twitched
He was still
I was bathed
but he was shut away
In the morgue
Blue
Remember me, my brother too,
a pair
Like the midwife did
when she smiled
But he never smiled
He never did
I was wrapped in the
white shawl
He was wrapped in the
white coffin and sunk
While I rose
Remember us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a moving story. Something that is always with you, however much you try to put it to the back of your mind. I expect you always wonder how he would have turned out, his many characteristics perhaps the same as yours, perhaps different. Sad for you, sad for you parents. Thank you for telling us about it. Takes a lot of strength to do so. Love Ernestine XXX