The loss of a child
Is barren and cold
Not feeling any more
The movement in life
There are no words
Or comfort that can sooth
A mother that morns
The loss of their child
Still yet to be born
Leaves you barren and empty
Forlorn and cold
You weep for maybes
Of what was yet to be
We close our eyes often
And dream of what ifs
Or maybes things in life
We will surely miss
All we can do
Is move on in our lives
And hope what we had
Will enrich our lives
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very telling and effective lines portray the pain in anguished detail well written ….. liked it tc