no little lips…

coffin

Twenty six years ago, my wife and I experienced stillbirth at 48 weeks….what a shock that was. How did it happen? Only God knows…I have written about it from many angels over many years. A recent attempt at capturing that horrendous drama in a literary way.

NO LITTLE LIPS
______________

no little lips to suckle pert nipples,

no tiny head full-breasted resting,

braille raised areole stupidly stippled:

pointless now emotional investing.

 

love-leeched lines, so unwitting,

senseless, night-bedding soaked:

milk drip mocks, no longer befitting;

unblessed – strangled prayers spoke.

 

long after midnight, starkly alone,

absent hero-husband blithely snoring,

only to God her flayed pain groans:

silent-still baby, powerful goring.

 

knees buckled on cold, cold floor,

head sunken on tear-wetted arms,

shaken, whip-stripped to very core –

unblessed her umbilical *tharms.

 

pathos prayer written, so apt,

read with sob-shaken diction,

rugged heart not handicapped:

faith-utterance vanquished friction.

 

no more tears, no more damn dying,

death banished by heavenly hope;

no baptism, no needed qualifying:

belief balanced on tense tightrope.

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