Tiny Feet

I wonder if you can see it.. 

Beneath all the smiles they share 

The contempt they hold 

For one another 

How disgusted they feel

Touching each other

The hurtful words shared behind 

Closed doors 

How the room they share 

Holds a raging war 

And the children they bare 

Listening at the door 

In their attempt to grasp the truth 

To prepare for the inevitable 

So they listen 

Ears pressed into the wood 

And they cry 

About something they can't understand 

Their way of life is changing 

It's gotten out of hand 

Fists pound 

The sobbing grows 

Things are thrown 

Glass covered planks 

The barrier flung open 

The house is quiet save for breathing 

Him at the table 

Her in their empty room 

He wants her forgiveness 

She wants her kids 

It was an accident 

He cries 

He hasn't forgiven himself 

She wants to comfort him

But she can't

Her thoughts hold her back

They're both hurting

They see

Making it harder to breathe

To grieve

Overwhelming loss

Emotional pain

A funeral held for three

With caskets no bigger than four feet 

Never again will they

Hear the pitter patter

Of tiny feet

Author's Note

Something that just popped into my head really. I can't imagine how it must feel to lose a child and I don't ever want to know.

Reviews

[Tam Warink]

I hope this sort of inspiration doesn't come to you often. Really. It's hard to read, hard to grasp fully because the mind blocks this sort of raw, visceral contemplation. Perhaps you will consider stepping into the light more often? Good poem either way.

100 tiny feet

[Meraki]

Stepping into the light? Thank you Tam for reading this and for your review.

[Tam Warink]

Yes, the light... writing about dark things can often be cathartic but even the Earth is only dark half the time. A little sunshine and happy thoughts can do a lot for people - even if they're tiny ones.

[Meraki]

When I write happy things they don't invoke happy feelings. In fact they sound forced and are without feeling. While I'm not a hopelessly sad person I have a dark mind. Happy things are hard to write.

[Tam Warink]

Yes, I have that problem too. But I'm working on it.. really hard. I started by trying to do something stupid-silly at least once a day. Something that would make somebody else laugh. Even if it didn't make me laugh it seemed to help.

[Meraki]

I'll try that. Thanks again you're helping me a lot today. :D

[TL Boehm]

wow, this is a wrenching write. Sobering and strongly penned. This would be my definition of horror. To lose a child.
Well done.

[Meraki]

Thank you :)

[Sami Khalil]

A powerful write. Grasping the death of a child is like grasping coal or a burning fire...Bravo......................

[Meraki]

Thank you :)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)...........................

[Pax]

On the matter of the author's note, feel the same way. I can't imagine I would do if I have children and happen to lost them in an accident with me the sole survivor, I might fall apart, i'll be so broken. In this piece, I see, what a couple goes through with all the lost. You have portrayed a good scenario on what will happened, fights and strong throwing of words, the emotional pain of both people who are grieving. Very nice, i enjoyed it!

[Meraki]

Thank you Pax! For taking the time to read this and for your review, both of which I sincerely appreciate.

[Pax]

welcome Meraki :)

[R. L. Hill]

This...this is gripping and emotional and overwhelmingly powerful. It makes me ache. Bravo!

[Meraki]

Thank you Quirklet. For your kind words and such a wonderful review, it means a lot to me.

[Laur]

This is soooo insanely vivid and beautifully written.