Divided Heart: Death & Birth
***Trigger: Infant Loss***
My angel babies with feathered wings and halo crowns.
I sense you are always with me, hiding in whispers — bouncing through sounds.
A history of infertility, get me pregnant — my baby will stick,
Now a statistic, each pregnancy a risk.
My son, your heartbeat was strong — your profile all boy,
Development was textbook, no uneasiness, blinded by joy.
Our life filled with SOO much pink — glitter and gowns,
We couldn’t wait for baseballs and bruises, blue and browns.
November 5, an eerie warm day,
The heavens heated the earth when they arrived to take you away.
No breeze nor noise, mommy knew,
Your heart was no longer beating — to heaven, you flew.
No answer, no reason, no explanation why,
Told: “Look for a rainbow the next time you try.”
A few months had passed, our grief felt in vain,
Then, not one but two rainbows appeared behind dark clouds and rain.
A peace offering he proposed, believe in your faith,
Your son is with me now, but I am giving you two daughters in…
