A Mothers Loss

A Mother's Loss

I sit in my baby's room alone

My first cry, out loud

Angry with loss

I then calmly hurt , Retreating inside

My chest about to explode, I want to die!

I stare at a shadowed picture on the wall

of my baby, in her Sundays best

The shape of Mr. Teddy Bear

Her doll left half UN - dressed.

I smell my baby's clothes

I cannot make her bed

Reduced to pick up the pieces

Pieces of memories left

No more candy face to kiss

No more laughter in the hall

No more skinned knees to fix

How can I go on?

Except with God's helping hands

The ones I am so angry with

Yet still embraced his love

within a mother's broken heart.

While sitting in her darkened room

Alone........

(I wrote this for the mothers of the Oklahoma bombing. I felt their pain.)

Faye (saber) Submitted August 18, 2006