Stillborn

The pain on a mother on the birth of her stillborn baby

My angel glowed in my imagination brightly

Her brown eyes sparkled and her mouth quivered slightly

She looked like the man I loved and like me

As I felt her through my own skin growing inside me

She came to the human world quickly and went

To the same heaven from which she was sent

The impatience of nine months ended in grief

My soul died with her in a moment so brief

I was a mother who buried her stillborn daughter

The pain so intense it felt like slaughter

In my heart, she will always be an image

A beautiful reality of my life turned into a painful mirage

Reviews

[Riding the Rainbow]

you wrote a very profound piece..it touched my heart..

[Ankur Sharma]

bit of a picture of a mother thinking about the child still to be born isn't it well the poem is touchy.

[Meera Krishna]

I have just finished it....u can read it now fully

[Ankur Sharma]

Okey yeah I have read it it is very unfortunate or I can say it is greatest moment of sorrow a mother love her child whether its a boy or a girl but we live in a very disgusting society where still a girl child consider as a curse. how a mother feel about this it can not be bounded in word but you succeed showing some of it.

[Meera Krishna]

"Stillborn" means a baby come into the world dead. I have not written it in the perspective of Indian society. I have tried to show the pain of a mother who waits for nine months only to have her kid born dead.

[Ankur Sharma]

sorry for that actually the word daughter that came into your poem made me to think like that thanks for correcting me really i appreciate your poem.