Holding Space Poem by Samantha Meyrick
Holding Space
It's the final countdown
the days are passing by,
each one getting shorter,
the sun lower in the sky.
My heart starts to sink
I can't believe it's true
it's been almost a year
since I gave birth to you.
You came silently to us
you showed such huge fight.
The best of Christmas gifts;
a ray of shining light.
Your birthday tinged with sadness
at meeting you too soon.
I held onto you so tightly
in the light of the Christmas moon.
The memories I hold dear;
your tiny, perfect face.
In my heart for you my son
there will be eternal space.
The memories I hold dear; your tiny, perfect face. In my heart for you my son there will be eternal space. such fine sentiments of sorrow and loss....... sooo fine.. thank you dear poetess. tony
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3/14/2026 2:33:30 AM # 1.0.0
Such beautiful rendition of words in a sad story of loss, embellished in poetic rhyme and rhythm. A well encapsulated piece of poetry elegantly penned from the heart. Death is a bad reaper - often going after unripe fruits. May The Lord Almighty be your strength. Thanks for sharing Samantha.