Loss Poem by Sheena Blackhall

I lost a toggle from my white coat
I lost a locket from my creased neck
I lost my fine new boots for winter
I lost a clock that I used to check

I lost a cornfield, gold and rustling
I lost a song, so sweet on the ear
I lost a pool that was hid and cooling
I lost half of a lifetime's lear

I lost a son, through my hands like water
I would give everything I possess
To raise him out of the grave like Lazarus
To wipe the name from his stone address