One last timeA Poem by Eli Jarman
Holding my child for the last time
Shallow slow breaths with eyes without pain For once my baby isn't hurting With death reaching out to take him from my arms I wasn't ready to let go His little hand clenched my finger Squeezing with the strength he had left With a smile like he's reassuring me I kissed his forehead with tears falling Trying my best to stay strong I held him so tight Pressing his tiny head into my cheek Whispering I'll always love you I'm so sorry you didn't get the chance of life If I could I'd trade you mine for yours My hand rubbing his belly and chest As he took his final breath as his chest fell And his eyes fell sleepy to the side Falling to my knees crying and holding my baby I couldn't scream, I couldn't speak I don't know how long I stayed there till I made the call wrapping his cold stiff body Into his favorite blue blanket I opened the door and sat in the chair Rocking him like it's his nap time By now I'm just as numb as he is What have I done to deserve this? To have my entire world crumble in my arms Paramedics rushed in taking him from my arms Everything blurry as time stood still My heart beat was the only thing I heard And the faint incoherent words surrounded me They're asking if I'm alright, what had happened But all I could do was nod As the white sheet that covered my little boy Was placed in a black bag to be taken away The lights flashing in my eyes As I fell to the ground Wishing, wanting death to come for me to © 2015 Eli Jarman |
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Added on October 6, 2015 Last Updated on October 6, 2015 AuthorEli JarmanALAboutI've deleted my old poems and I'm going to start posting newer poems more..Writing
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