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| My Poetry All poetry was written by myself, Sarah Slack. No reprinting without permission. |
| To my baby boy in Heaven, Jesse Curtis Slack Christmas 2000 Jesse, my son, my sweet baby boy, This Christmas we hoped to be filled with such joy. To know that soon you would be on your way, But instead we are grieving and missing you this day. 7 1/2 months pregnant is what I would be, On this Christmas morning as we sit around our tree. I would give anything this morning to feel you move and kick, It would be better than any gift brought to me by Old Saint Nick. This is the first Christmas that we know you, yet the first Christmas that you're gone, I remember you when I hear every "baby Jesus" song. Everywhere I go, it's Christmas stars I see, They remind me of Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star, the theme of your nursery. Me and Daddy went to your grave and brought you a Winnie the Pooh, To visit you Jesse, buried and dead, it is the saddest thing to do. Although we are sad, we do have the hope that one day we will hold you in Heaven, We will keep you in our hearts, press on in our lives, until we meet you again. Jesus and the angels, please hear me when I pray, I ask for you to give sweet Jesse a Christmas kiss today, Give him one from his daddy, one from his mommy, and one from Jordan too, Jesus, we send him love this Christmas morning while he is there with you. With love for eternity, Mom |
| FEELINGS Welcoming news I'm pregnant! Disbelief Joy Tears Ecstatic Five months pregnant It's a boy! Surprise Glowing Anticipation Six months pregnant No heartbeat Disbelief Devastation Tears Labor and delivery Holding my baby Dead Cold Despair Attending his funeral A tiny casket Overwhelming Unreal Heartache Goodbye Visiting his grave Baby Jesse buried Empty Sorrowful Lonely Healing............. by Sarah Slack 1/16/01 |
| BACK TO WORK Two months ago you died. I sit at my desk and cry Still asking the question, "why?" As I sit at my desk and cry. I shouldn't be at work today I was going to be home with you I shouldn't be sitting at my desk today, My heart is torn in two. I should be at home relaxing, Big and pregnant, waiting for you But son, we've already said goodbye, And now I'm left to sit at my desk and cry. Hopes and plans have been shattered, Sitting at this desk is an awful reminder. A reminder of the tears that need to be shed, A reminder, my baby boy is dead. As I sit at my desk and cry.... by Sarah Slack 01/09/01 |
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