A Second Poem…

July 21, 2009

Amy from Surviving the Day sent me this poem yesterday.  I love it, I think it’s perfect – I love the two petals.  It’s another one to add to my collection of “things”.  Not sure what I am doing with these “things” yet but I’m leaning towards a box…Still no word from the friend regarding the certificates.  I understand it’s hard to think about and I’m going to be patient until I hear from her.  Thank you for all the amazing thoughts and words…my little invisible army…thanks.
My mind lets go a thousand things,
Like dates of wars and deaths of kings,
And yet recalls the very hour – 
‘Twas noon by yonder village tower,
And on the last blue moon in May – 
The wind came briskly up this way,
Crisping the brook beside the road;
Then, pausing here, set down its load
Of pine-scents, and shook listlessly
Two petals from that wild-rose tree.
~ Thomas Bailey Aldrich

3 Responses to “A Second Poem…”

  1. Amy Says:

    Glad you like it.

  2. Maria Says:

    Hello. I only found your blog today, and I’m so very sorry for your losses. I’m currently going through my second miscarriage, but you’re right, it’s different – I didn’t have to deliver these babies, I never got to see them. It must be so much harder when you’re that much further in your pregnancy! I’m coping alright, I have a healthy little boy to keep me going, but I wanted to share something with you – it’s a dream I had after I lost my first baby at only 12 weeks.
    It was dark and warm, like I was wrapped in a black velvet cloth, or rather floating in a black sky – there was a feeling of endless space all around, but it didn’t feel threatening at all, it simply was there. And in all that comforting and warm darkness, a tiny light pulsed and shone like a lazy star, it had a purple sort of color that slowly changed to red and yellow and back again. It just hung there glowing, and I knew it was a good place for it to be, it was safe and happy. I looked at that star and I knew it was my dead baby, and when I woke up I had started to come to terms with losing him. Or her. I’ll never know. But I know there’s this good dark, warm place where my baby is just hanging around, glowing happily.
    Make of this what you will, but I’m hoping for a repeat dream in which this new baby, the one I’m getting D&C’d tomorrow, joins the first one.

  3. Kate Says:

    that is beautiful. thanks for sharing it with all of us.

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