Obviously I liked being pregnant more
this state is torture
You are just gone
vanished
I know what happened to your body
but I don’t know about your soul
I want to speak to you so much
and hear your voice
I read your notebook today
so fresh alive
you said my mom is so sad
If people are capable of change
I am changing every day
but one thing is constant
I thought I was bringing you in to the world to grow old
I thought I would get to see you middle aged
none of that
none
of
that
When you were a baby Liza and I rocked you around the house
bouncing you on my hip
singing I’m an old cow hand
from the rio grande
any old song that would cheer you
calm you down to
slumber
I sang you lullabies
Do you remember the one
All the pretty little horses
Oh darling
I am lost
Grieving for you
ReplyDeleteNot knowing how you put
One foot in front of the other
Daily, weekly, yearly.
Accept the outstretched hand
Of another mother
I would gladly share my own
If it could help more than hurt
I'm sorry.
(So very sorry.)
~Smith Mom~
That is staggeringly beautiful.
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