A women by the Light of the Moon
Desperate
Sad
Alone
Empty
A women by the light of the moon.
She stares off to see if she can catch a shooting star
glide through the night
perhaps it is her babies
soaring through the air
wing-tipped and strong
just not in her arms
A woman by the light of the moon
She cannot touch their toes
their nose
she cannot smell them
hear them
hold them
A woman by the light of the moon
Ashley E. Underell
1 comment:
My wife just had a baby. She carried him for 36 weeks, and was very high risk for various reasons. I can't imagine the pain you've gone through, but as trying a time as we've had, your poem and other posts are just heartbreaking.
I don't know what your plans are for the future, but we'll be praying for you and your husband as you move forward together.
Your blog has touched my heart, and I pray that you'll know the smell, the feel, the sound of your own little one very soon.
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