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| All poetry written by Sarah Slack. No reprinting without permission. |
| Fresh... It's still all so fresh... The air is fresh and brisk as I come to see you at the cemetery... The grass is fresh and wet as I dreadfully trod to the place where you lay... The dirt is fresh around the area that they dug your grave... The pain is fresh as it floods my soul and tears stream down my face... The loneliness is fresh as I long to hold you, my arms ache... The reality is fresh that you, son, are buried right here where I kneel. As I visit your grave, the grief consumes me all over again. by Sarah Slack after visiting baby Jesse's grave 01/26/01 |
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| As my journey through grieving goes on, I will continue to post poetry that I want to share. Writing has been part of my healing, and I hope that my poetry may help another woman who is on this same painful road that I am on. God Bless You. |
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| Due Date Only one more month- your arrival would be soon, But you were "born still"...now I await the due date with gloom. I will spend our delivery day at the cemetery, how grand. No diapers, no baby showers, no tiny grasping hands. I'll buy a balloon, "It's A Boy!" it will say, I'll let it hover over the ground, above where you lay. A due date, no baby, he's dead in the ground, No binkys, no blankies, no crying baby sound. Will anyone remember besides me on that day? Will anyone turn their thoughts towards me and pray? When March 8th comes, will anybody know? Will anyone acknowledge it, or will they let it come and go? I wish dear friends, you would remember that special day with me. Share with me the memories of my sweet baby Jesse. No rattles, no feedings, just one empty room. Please help me my friend, my due date comes soon. By Sarah Slack 02/06/01 One month until Jesse's expected due date |
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