Baby Death Poem

The Loss Of My Son

I lost my son at 30 days old 6 years ago. He had a heart defect when he was born. He had two operations in the hospital, and unfortunately it was just too much. I wrote a poem because, after all this time, I have felt alone in my pain and wanted to express myself. Just because time has passed, why should it mean my grief has?

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My Son

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Published: October 2017

When I sink down,
No fight left, I drown.
Darkness gathers around.
I feel nothing, I make no sound.

Then the pain crashes, hits my heart.
Unexplainable feelings tear me apart.
Like an internal explosion,
I am overwhelmed with emotion.

To share is too hard.
I am wounded, beaten, and scarred.
My pain is mine and personal to me,
Never ending grief you cannot see.

What you have to understand
Is my son's death was never planned.
Yes, after all this time I feel pain.
I still sit and weep; tears fall like rain.

I am shocked and always will be.
He was my son, my precious baby.
In my heart I keep him and I survive.
I feel this pain keeps a part of him alive.

He is in every teardrop.
He is in my blood.
He is my savior.
He is my son.

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