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| MY POETRY~ PAGE 5 All poetry written by Sarah Slack~ No reprinting without permission. |
| THAT DAY Oh God, I remember that day As much as I wish I could forget What a horrible day that was That day when I learned my baby was dead. Oh God, I remember that day Disbelief~How can this be? Babies don't die Not my baby Oh God, how I remember that day. |
| My life changed that day. The dagger that stabbed my heart that day It left a wound that will never be whole again. The pain still seeps out of that wound And reminds me of that day. And, oh God, how I remember. |
| Oh God, I remember that day, Scared to death of delivering him, dead. Cherishing every moment with him in my arms, Memorizing his every feature; Little squished nose Lips like mommy's Chubby legs. Engraving his little body into my memory Before I said good-bye. Oh God, I remember every detail. |
| Oh God, I remember trying to say good-bye. How do you say good-bye to your child? Not wanting to let him go. The pain, The pain, The pain. A final kiss on the forehead; Gently taking off his little hat; Good-bye baby Jesse. Oh God, how I remember that day. |
| Oh God, I remember, Coming home from the hospital empty handed, Leaving my baby at the hospital. Unbearable loneliness. Tears to fill an ocean. Oh God, the day my baby died, Will haunt my memory It is a day I will always remember. By Sarah Slack Feb. 24, 2001 |
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