Shock fills me and I cannot comprehend
the words which are spoken …
Disoriented and numb –
my heart completely broken.
Trembling from within,
I fall limply to the floor,
Screaming “No!” and uncontrollably crying,
they help me to the door.
Lost in a nightmare as I hold my baby boy,
I gently kiss his cold little lips,
So scared and broken inside,
my heart feels completely ripped …
They wrap me in warm blankets,
trying to comfort me from the cold,
The empty words “It will be ok”
are all that I am told.
My nightmare is now real life,
with no end of pain in sight,
They tried so hard to save him,
but in the end, they lost the fight.
As I say goodbye, my life turns grey
just like his sweet little face;
Then I’m walking beside those I love
trying desperately to just keep pace.
Forever changed inside,
from that one heart-breaking day -
That day I lost my baby,
now I struggle to find my way.
I just keep going, one step at a time,
it’s all that I can manage.
The pain in my soul is so intense,
but all I have is love’s bandage.
This is the tragic story,
of how I lost my precious little son,
And one thing that I’ve learned,
is a grieving mother’s journey is never done …
© 2013 Heather Grein
the words which are spoken …
Disoriented and numb –
my heart completely broken.
Trembling from within,
I fall limply to the floor,
Screaming “No!” and uncontrollably crying,
they help me to the door.
Lost in a nightmare as I hold my baby boy,
I gently kiss his cold little lips,
So scared and broken inside,
my heart feels completely ripped …
They wrap me in warm blankets,
trying to comfort me from the cold,
The empty words “It will be ok”
are all that I am told.
My nightmare is now real life,
with no end of pain in sight,
They tried so hard to save him,
but in the end, they lost the fight.
As I say goodbye, my life turns grey
just like his sweet little face;
Then I’m walking beside those I love
trying desperately to just keep pace.
Forever changed inside,
from that one heart-breaking day -
That day I lost my baby,
now I struggle to find my way.
I just keep going, one step at a time,
it’s all that I can manage.
The pain in my soul is so intense,
but all I have is love’s bandage.
This is the tragic story,
of how I lost my precious little son,
And one thing that I’ve learned,
is a grieving mother’s journey is never done …
© 2013 Heather Grein
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