Little Grape

The loss of an unborn child ~ miscarriage the great taboo, I write this for my 1st lost Grandchild and my beautiful daughter who has lost her first baby recently, sometimes I just want to scream.

Little Grape
I don't need
to see your face,
or the span of your tiny hands
clasping the empty air,
I don't need to hear the stretch of your hungry lungs
unsettling whimsical dust
or feel the whisper of your breath
gently caressing my bowed neck,
I don't need to touch your downy skin,
smooth over tiny bones,
or silky, fair hair
covering your delicate fontanel.

No, I only need to know
how much I love you.
You rest within.
Under my skin.
Inside my heart
that still beats against all the odds.

Little Grape
the magpies were wrong
and there is no God,
only sorrow for your loss
seems to beat on,
and the shape
of my soul morphs
tattered, fragmented.

Incroyable
my history book
stuck on repeat
sucks.


 

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Normally, I'm not very good with symbolic poetry like this, but I think I've got it! To me, this sounds like the narrator is speaking to the embryo within, then losing this tiny gift. Very powerfully written, with magical nuances thru-out. Using "grape" is brilliant. Thanks for sharing.

[barleygirl]

I just read your note, now I understand further. So very sorry for your loss (((HUGS)))

[Bubo]

I'm very blessed my daughter is now due a little girl in May - thank you - little Grape will never be forgotten

[barleygirl]

Glad to hear & big congrats on your newest addition . . . May will be here in no time! *smile*

[emmajoy]

Ohhhh.. do te ars count as a review? I'v e n ot r ead any th ing from or by y ou for a ges and now this
h eartbrea king piece. How can an ything so sad be so beaut ifull y wri tten. Wi ll come b ack.. ( You)

'.. .. and the shape - of my soul morphs - tattered, fragmented. Incroyable - my history book - stuck on repeat - sucks. '

[Fabian G. Franklin]

So sad that those who long for children are so often denied the privilege of parenthood when one million two hundred thousand children are murdered in the womb each year in the United States by those unwilling to offer them the nurture needed or the chance to live. I do not find the loss of a child a great taboo but I do consider aborting one such. Just a little over seven months ago I delivered a child into this world. I held her tiny head as she came out of the womb into my scrubbed bare hands...clamped and cut the umbilical cord that separated her from the placenta world and welcomed her into my own. I believe in miracles...not because of some Divine revelation but because I hold one in my arms each morning. Now, she chatters behind me as I type. I mourn for your loss.