For sweet Kaitlyn Rose

Death is hard. Harder when we lose the young children.

Sweet Kaitlyn


       Piensa
       Think


       Ojos claros, serenos.
       Bright and serene eyes.



       Si antes supiera.
       If I have known this before.


       I would of done more.
       Foolish words today.



       A Angel is in heaven.
       I hope she is with  my Indian Grandmother.
       Rocking her and singing.


       I love you sweet baby girl.


       Sufrimos.
        Suffer.


       Poor Mother.
       Left with pictures and memories.


       How do we find hope?
       Family need to hold tighter.


       Sweet Kaitlyn.
       In heaven and with tears.
       For she was a mama girl.


       I wish to have known you.
       We become too busy with useless tasks.
 

       Learn too late.
       Family is all we got.


       Please Lord of life and Death.

         
       Give her comfort.
       9 year old should not be with you.


        Many broken hearts need a reason. 


        Today we will say good bye to her.
        Here on Earth.


        I pray one day she is back in her mama's arm's.

                  
                Coyote 
            30 April 2009



Mercy for the broken heart


(A 9 year baby girl died. I could not speak. So old Coyote will write a poem and prayer. I have four children. Each one's is very important to me. If I lost a child. I would in turmoil till death.)


                      My sister called me.
                       Telling me.
                      Her baby girl is dead.


                       I asked her questions. 
                       Her words left me with silence.
             

                       A nine year old baby girl.
                       She is with the Angels now.

                       
                        I do a silence prayer.

                         
                         Lord give mercy to a poor mother.
                         Lord help her understand.
                         Please Lord.
                         Give me the strength.
                         For I don't understand.


                          Other sisters told me.
                          I must be strong.
                          I'm the old one now in the family.


                           I told my baby sister.
                           I will call her in the morning.


                           I think of my poor sister.
                           Her pain and suffering.
                           She must be in misery and heartbroken.


                            I pray again.


                            Lord give love and strength.
                            To a mother's broken heart.
                            Lord give me strength.
                            For I don't understand.
                            Mother's babies don't support to died.


                            I will drive to Detroit.
                            Sit with my sister.

                   
                             I won't say too much.


                              I will ask the Angels to accept a 
                              beautiful girl into heaven.


                              She was full of hope and laughter.


                               Here on Earth.


                                I pray the Angels to give us mercy
                                for  broken hearts.


                                For here we don't understand.


    Coyote
                                     26 April 2009    
   

Author's Note

Some poems I wrote after a funeral. I put away after a death a of my daughter 9 year old girl. She die of unknown causes on April 25, 2009. A death of a friend children brought back the memory. There are no words to repair a heart for a death of a child.
Coyote

Reviews

[Kathy Van Kurin]

'For sweet Kaitlyn Rose'
Coyote Poetry,
Your last line: "For we don't understand' It so fits this memorial to your loved granddaughter. The above piece is the outpouring of your heart and the unseen question of 'why.' Why do we have to loose her. Loss seems to be something all people understand in many different degrees. But it is just so hard. Pain like this leaves one reeling. I see this was written back in 2011 and to know that the love which wraps this writing gives hope and a reason to keep going. More families need what is shown in this life which goes to see a hurting daughter and expresses questions and just grieves and gives. We need to grieve, to mourn, to give.
Bless you Coyote.
Kathy

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Kathy for reading. Poor sister never became the same. Losing a child. Never-ending pain for the heart.

[Valentine]

I agree totally with this write. I lost a baby and pain stays for such a long time. God bless the children. Valentine

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Valentine. I agree. Poor sister never return to the same. Heart is broke forever.

[Valentine]

I can feel that with her.

[Ice QueenJen]

Its always heartbreaking to hear about the loss of a child, but more tragic when you can't pinpoint the cause. Great poems Coyote!

[Coyote Poetry]

She lived in Detroit. Doctor said she had a minor digesting problem. No-one did a detail check. She was sick for a long time. She lived with the pain. Her death could of been saved by a good Doctor with real concern. It is sad when you lose a child. Poor sister still is feeling the pain. I do understand. Thank you for the comment.

[AlieahRose]

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[Eric Cox]

Very sad. Beautiful write about a loved one's lost child.

[Shante Payne]

How can I comment on something so touching and full of beauty. So many children are taken from this Earth and we just don't understand. Thank you so much for sharing this, it is indeed something I needed to hear.

[Dakota]

The only comfort anyone really has is knowing when you lay your head down at night that you did everything you could not to waste a single second you were blessed with that day. No one knows who, or when or why, and so we tend to forget no one here is here permenantly. Thank you for sharing this!

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

So painful when a child dies, I have seen this heart ache too many times with where I work. You are right, no words can ever repair the heart. I know she is there, the memory alive within your heart. Bless you my friend.

Chris

[Peony]

Very beautiful, Coyote, however draped in sorrow. The loss of a child devastates parts of a parent that can never be repaired, only stitched closed by earthly memories. The emotion fuelling this piece gives one pause to consider what they hold dear to them, something, I believe, we all need on occasion.