On the twenty-sixth day of National Poetry Month, I have a little poem about losing a child. In a rough world, I have no doubt that this happens with depressingly frequent occurrence and I still see the lost of those around me who have lost their own children over the years. There really isn't a way I can't write about it.
This may also be inspired by a video I stumbled on years ago while browsing the Internet. It still haunts me.
A Child On a Bed So Soft
a child on a bed so soft eyes open but no longer seeing her hand no longer grasps my thumb fingers slack and splayed a child on the deck so cold the sea washing around us my foot holding her hair down to avoid our grief being stolen a child wrapped in canvas my mother's first blanket my father's cherished belt my tears on her chest a child bobbing in the waves face washed with salt dress billowing in waves the sea holding her tight a child lost in the waves one ribbon floating in the water one aching hole in my heart and a mother who will never not cry