A poem after the funeral(revised & with title now)
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
Fleshy Tomb
Within my belly, life was granted.
A seed was planted, but after one
became two, my stomach ached;
it's not the flu. Two months later
mother-nature isn't knocking at my door.
Each test produces a positive.
I go to see the doctor,
excitement grows; but the doctor's
comment amazes us all--we expect twins;
they're coming this fall.
A few months later our joy
turns to fear--something is wrong.
God said, "You two don't belong."
Now I'm laying in my hospital bed
Waiting. Your arrival was to be joyful
but it's not--you're dead.
I cry, knowing what once gave life
became your only battle. I cry,
softly now, seeing you beneath
the earth. It's a horrible view.
So to envision another child
Living in there, inside my womb,
beginning to bloom, is outrageous.
In the end, this is your tomb.
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