Lil' firecracker, July child-to-be
Another sunny redhead, she hoped in vain
No, for you there were other dreams
'Too good for this world' was said of you
And it is true: those who find not the way to
earthly night or day are destined for the Light
(And she mourns:
'I believed in you...
I believe in you still...
Do you believe in me?
One day, my own, you will...')
Mourning is colorless; loss transcends
the blackest void. Born to this world or no, life
within changes Woman... forgetting is impossible
There's a broken heart of faith longing for the day
when at last she'll see your face: finally, you will taste
of Mother love and she, the sweetness of your soul!
('I believed in you...
I believe in you still...
Do you believe in me?
One day, my own, you will...')
(7.9.06 - To all who have lost a baby, born to this world or no)
Beautifuly sorrowed piece, Esther...Your choice & placement of language, and imagework is stunning...afine piece indeed...cannot believe i missed this one all th' way back in july, no less....Now, young lady...You've had enough time-off...Th' Sabbatical is officialy over by my decree(as if this means anything more than squat) ...i miss reading your new posts...Let's do it young lady...Rock on...i'll be watching...so help me...(which means even less than squat, but i needed to close w/ intimidation...how'd i do? well, can ya write some new poems anyway?) F.j. R.
Beautifully lyrical, albeit sad, verse. Difficult to say more, when considering such a loss... Jack.
You captured the complexities involved with the mourning process very eloquently...no matter what specific type of loss is being mourned. Well done! Valerie Serendipity Anderson
Born into this world; but, death is part of us. Nice work.
Esther...I still light a candle at Christmas...the dawn of the Millenium for me, was wracked with grief. Thank you for this lovely poem. Hugs, Dee
Esther, I tried to pass on this, several times! My tears just wouldn't let me do that! I just had to say that! No more need be said!
Hopefully, those who mourn will be comforted when they read this touching poem. Exceptional work, Esther. Warmest regards, Sandra
A little bit of hope, this brings, through tear-filled eyes, E. It is beautiful. t x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful, sad, poignant, eloquently voiced and deeply soulful. This one touched my heart Est. JZ