Life Shading Me
I didn't ask for this,
it was so sudden, unexpected,
too young, it all happened so quickly.
I screamed and screamed,
but you did not hear me,
in only a whisper in your quiet moments,
with our newborn child in your arms feeding.
I shook,
I shook hard the tree outside your window,
but you could not see,
you could not see,
life shading me,
transparent reflection.
I didn't know,
I didn't know,
I was already gone,
time still carried on,
and I watched you,
in tears, and fears,
for the loss of me,
a voice in the clouds,
still calling out,
a place I need to be.
I kissed your lips,
you may have felt my warm embrace.
I smiled upon your soft brown eyes,
kissed the soft cheeks of our baby's face.
I felt your love,
I know somehow you felt mine.
Its time for me to go now,
I know somehow you will be fine,
you will be fine.
Sadness will fade,
love filling in the hollow.
I held your hand,
warmth,
removing the sorrow,
removing the sorrow.
You stirred,
I know you felt me there,
a kiss goodbye for now love.
You, your life, will be better tomorrow.
it was so sudden, unexpected,
too young, it all happened so quickly.
I screamed and screamed,
but you did not hear me,
in only a whisper in your quiet moments,
with our newborn child in your arms feeding.
I shook,
I shook hard the tree outside your window,
but you could not see,
you could not see,
life shading me,
transparent reflection.
I didn't know,
I didn't know,
I was already gone,
time still carried on,
and I watched you,
in tears, and fears,
for the loss of me,
a voice in the clouds,
still calling out,
a place I need to be.
I kissed your lips,
you may have felt my warm embrace.
I smiled upon your soft brown eyes,
kissed the soft cheeks of our baby's face.
I felt your love,
I know somehow you felt mine.
Its time for me to go now,
I know somehow you will be fine,
you will be fine.
Sadness will fade,
love filling in the hollow.
I held your hand,
warmth,
removing the sorrow,
removing the sorrow.
You stirred,
I know you felt me there,
a kiss goodbye for now love.
You, your life, will be better tomorrow.
Published by April Higney
A love for writing poetry for many years. Main concepts are based upon past/present/future struggles & issues of life and relationships, love and family. I am strongly passionate about entwining my heart & s... View profile
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Post a CommentVery lovely.. I enjoyed reading it...
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Very lovely work!
Anne, if ever there was a time I really could produce something movie worthy, lol, I think I'd be in my glory (kid would be set with NO worries financially - uhhhh but NOT spoiled) =)
Holy COW! I loved this, although it was very sad, almost like "The Sixth Sense." Have you ever thought of writing for the movies?
Excellent job. So sad and tragic though.
Great work.
Wow.
Sad and powerful! Great job, April!
Donna, yes "gone" I suppose. I get rather uneasy when poetry flows like this because its like something else (someone else driving it) ~ Sounds weird I know, but, I just write, when it happens, write rather quickly so I don't lose the sense of emotion flowing through it. WHERE it really comes from and allows me to write it, I'm not sure. I don't know anyone whose lost a husband/boyfriend love or a mother who just gave birth to a child. Eerie even to me.
So sad, is the father of the child gone? Such a ghostly presence around the mother and child. Very moving!