On Grieving the Loss of a Stillborn

Anne Adarsh posted under Guest Posts PenMuse-14 Poetry on 2020-01-07



I shriek, tumble and fall Into the remnants of a memory, Of a cold winter's night When you had burst forth, from deep within me. The sun lost its warm shine The stars cried, broke and fell,  My days darkened like the night As the demons of death drove me to hell. I wrestled, groped for hope Fighting for the dreams I had dreamed for us, I chased after a mirage As the angel of death stole you from us. Why God? I often asked As the cold winter wind came a-howling, Reaching into this heart of mine Froze the sinews of my very being. I sat there grieving you As this life of mine fled past in a rush, Oh, sweet baby of mine Stay sleeping then in my heart, still and hushed. Then one day it dawned on me; You were a moment's priceless gift received, The sun broke through the clouds;  I sensed you in my newborn's smile at me. ______________ ______________