Loss

T'is the silence that's deafening

when the baby is born

into the midwives arms.

Warm, but still. No breath.

The mourning begins, as

the tears flow

for this sweet, sweet child

who is born into this world.

But not unto this life. This time.

T'is the silence that's deafening

as the bitter sweet tears roll down

the mothers cheeks.

And the fathers eyes; so empty, so sad. So sad.

The babe, swaddled and caressed. Perfect.

So real, yet so out of reach.

Not to be part of this world. This time.

T'is the silence that hurts

and the empty arms that ache.

Along with a heart - breaking.

Grieving

For a son, a daughter

A child

A life

A love.

Not this time.

Not yet.

Angela.

For Vincent. Born 28 December 2011.

For River. Born 20 July 2011.

For all the babies born as angels.