Post by tess on Mar 3, 2007 22:40:52 GMT -5
I've been at such a loss for words these past few days. Last night I had a nightmare that it was I who had lost my child. Tonight I wrote this -- if you've been watching the prayer board, you'll know my inspiration for this. I just don't know what to say...."I'm so sorry for your loss" -- just doesn't seem like enough.
This poem, it's not great, it's not....whole....but then I suppose that would express how any of us feel after the loss of a child.
Now, this is a first draft...It may eventually change -- Like grief, it will eventually evolve into some semblance of peace, but right now I think it's what it needs to be. I'm sorry if it seems out of place, or causes hurt of any kind. That is not my intention. I just wish to share the way all this made me feel, realizing that I'm the lucky one who got to wake from my nightmare. Some of you have to dream to escape it.....and how I wish that was not so.
Here goes....
Empty Arms and Memories
by Tessie Mackey
If I could fly around the world,
or sail the open seas
to see your smiling face again
I’d pack my bags, not looking back,
in a split-second I would leave.
Instead I’m left here all alone
with empty arms and memories.
I cried out “There is no God!
No! This can’t be true.”
But if there were no God
then what explains
me being blessed with you?
Yet I’m still here and still alone,
with empty arms and memories.
Then I thought, “God must hate me.”
But again, that was not right.
For a God that hates
would never grant a love
that shines this bright.
It doesn’t change the loneliness
the empty arms or memories.
You were here not long ago,
looking into my eyes.
I could see your little face.
I could hear your coos, your laughter
and soothe your little cries.
Then you left me here alone,
with nothing but these empty arms and memories.
This poem, it's not great, it's not....whole....but then I suppose that would express how any of us feel after the loss of a child.
Now, this is a first draft...It may eventually change -- Like grief, it will eventually evolve into some semblance of peace, but right now I think it's what it needs to be. I'm sorry if it seems out of place, or causes hurt of any kind. That is not my intention. I just wish to share the way all this made me feel, realizing that I'm the lucky one who got to wake from my nightmare. Some of you have to dream to escape it.....and how I wish that was not so.
Here goes....
Empty Arms and Memories
by Tessie Mackey
If I could fly around the world,
or sail the open seas
to see your smiling face again
I’d pack my bags, not looking back,
in a split-second I would leave.
Instead I’m left here all alone
with empty arms and memories.
I cried out “There is no God!
No! This can’t be true.”
But if there were no God
then what explains
me being blessed with you?
Yet I’m still here and still alone,
with empty arms and memories.
Then I thought, “God must hate me.”
But again, that was not right.
For a God that hates
would never grant a love
that shines this bright.
It doesn’t change the loneliness
the empty arms or memories.
You were here not long ago,
looking into my eyes.
I could see your little face.
I could hear your coos, your laughter
and soothe your little cries.
Then you left me here alone,
with nothing but these empty arms and memories.
