Written by Susan Lane SLCM Keeper of ColourMine
My: A love that is lost before it has had the chance to bloom never dies and still forges ahead into the depths of time everlasting. A Reflection on my loss and the passage of time.
My Handsome Stranger
My love for you is fathoms deep
Unfortunately, we did not meet
My love,
I would have shared with you
All the things we cannot do
Your smiles, your hugs,
Your kisses too
Would have been great
Had I been with you
Unfortunately,
You, I cannot
And have not seen
No play, no games,
No tears for me
I miss you now
And hope you miss me
But, for you alone,
I do still grieve
I only wish you could be near
But for you
My handsome stranger dear
I only have a tear
My love for you
Would have been
A long-lasting bond
That could not be seen
But now all that I can do is weep
I thank God, and know
It was his will
That you are
My handsome stranger still
I hope, and truly must believe
That somehow,
Someday we will be
Together in all eternity
For in this world,
Alas, that was not to be
I still miss you
And all that you
Could have been
My Handsome Stranger
You were the one
From God above,
Sent to your Mum
Although, you and I
We did not to meet
And, my stranger
Hasn’t cuddled me
The life we could've had
Was put on hold
And for this
I really must be bold
For without you beside me
I would not be
The person that
Others now do see.
I miss you my son
And I still have the scar
From where you left me
It’s not quite so visible now
From afar
Across my body
It can still be seen
That silver white line
From the caesarean emergency
What a day
That was for me
I shall never forget
The devastation
That day brought to me
When you should have said
“Hello, it’s me,
I’m here,
I’m full of vibrant intensity,
Let’s snuggle up
Just you and me,
Your baby”,
Now as time strolls on
And you would’ve been twenty-four
Life definitely isn’t the same
As it was before
I still struggle day by day
When I remember
That I lost you that day
It still haunts me
So, I think I’ll just sit back
With my cup of tea
And day dream
What it could have been like
If you had still
Been here with me
No regrets, no tears
To be seen
Just a haunting
Almost like a melody
My son, I’m still sad
That life played out
This awful scene
And has continued it
Incessantly
I love you still
And wish I’d gotten
To experience your vibrancy
Best take another sip
Of my tea,
To calm me down
Because I know
You wouldn’t want me to be
Wallowing in self-pity
My Final Reflections on the Day
I wrote this poem because of a deeply personal experience during my life, and I found it easier to cope with and understand the grieving process when I wrote it all down; it still has the same emotional effect that it did on the day I wrote it.
I lost a child in full-term childbirth and found that sometimes life just throws situations at you that you have no idea why or how to deal with.
Over time the grief does lessen, but it doesn’t ever disappear completely, and when anyone asks how you are, you just get better at hiding the truth.
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