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.

[trainwreck]

This brought an ache to my heart. A great poem and lovely work. Good job.

[JENY]

This story.... is very touching…
Liked it very much….

[Liza]

it breaks my heart when little younglins are called over to the end of their life too soon; i like the spanish touch, it sounds more profound and passionate in spanish to me - thank you for sending this to me....

[RJM]

Heart breaking yet truly magnificent. No words can ever capture the pain felt by those who have lost someone so special. Your words come close to capturing the pain felt not only by the family of the girl but by those who were nearest to her . Great poem and great emotions, a purely cathartic work.

[Kelsie Eileen Stark]

Sad, but beautiful. And wondefully written..

Yes it is dreadfully sad for such a little soul to be taken from someone. My condolences. You've written the poem well!

[Ginger]

I'm sorry to hear about your loss of your daughter. I pray that you and your family continue to heal. Thank you for sharing this beautiful but sad tribute.

[Star Wolf]

I can feel the pain of your loss and for both who passed away cutting in me. Such a wound goes deep and lingers on and on.

[Margaret Marie Hubbard]

Breathtaking tribute. May your heart find solace!

[Jenny Nelson]

I can't imagine how it must feel to lose a child. I think you spoke of it with such a full heart but achingly empty hands. It was very touching. Thanks so much for sharing that. It was so sad but also very beautiful. Worded just perfectly.