For sweet Kaitlyn Rose

For sweet Kaitlyn Rose

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
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Death is hard. Harder when we lose the young children.

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Sweet Kaitlyn


       Piensa
       Think


       Ojos claros, serenos.
       Bright and serene eyes.



       Si antes supiera.
       If I have known this before.


       I would of done more.
       Foolish words today.



       A Angel is in heaven.
       I hope she is with  my Indian Grandmother.
       Rocking her and singing.


       I love you sweet baby girl.


       Sufrimos.
        Suffer.


       Poor Mother.
       Left with pictures and memories.


       How do we find hope?
       Family need to hold tighter.


       Sweet Kaitlyn.
       In heaven and with tears.
       For she was a mama girl.


       I wish to have known you.
       We become too busy with useless tasks.
 

       Learn too late.
       Family is all we got.


       Please Lord of life and Death.

         
       Give her comfort.
       9 year old should not be with you.


        Many broken hearts need a reason. 


        Today we will say good bye to her.
        Here on Earth.


        I pray one day she is back in her mama's arm's.

                  
                Coyote 
            30 April 2009



Mercy for the broken heart


(A 9 year baby girl died. I could not speak. So old Coyote will write a poem and prayer. I have four children. Each one's is very important to me. If I lost a child. I would in turmoil till death.)


                      My sister called me.
                       Telling me.
                      Her baby girl is dead.


                       I asked her questions. 
                       Her words left me with silence.
             

                       A nine year old baby girl.
                       She is with the Angels now.

                       
                        I do a silence prayer.

                         
                         Lord give mercy to a poor mother.
                         Lord help her understand.
                         Please Lord.
                         Give me the strength.
                         For I don't understand.


                          Other sisters told me.
                          I must be strong.
                          I'm the old one now in the family.


                           I told my baby sister.
                           I will call her in the morning.


                           I think of my poor sister.
                           Her pain and suffering.
                           She must be in misery and heartbroken.


                            I pray again.


                            Lord give love and strength.
                            To a mother's broken heart.
                            Lord give me strength.
                            For I don't understand.
                            Mother's babies don't support to died.


                            I will drive to Detroit.
                            Sit with my sister.

                   
                             I won't say too much.


                              I will ask the Angels to accept a 
                              beautiful girl into heaven.


                              She was full of hope and laughter.


                               Here on Earth.


                                I pray the Angels to give us mercy
                                for  broken hearts.


                                For here we don't understand.


    Coyote
                                     26 April 2009    
   

© 2011 Coyote Poetry


Author's Note

Coyote Poetry
Some poems I wrote after a funeral. I put away after a death a of my daughter 9 year old girl. She die of unknown causes on April 25, 2009. A death of a friend children brought back the memory. There are no words to repair a heart for a death of a child.
Coyote

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'For sweet Kaitlyn Rose'
Coyote Poetry,
Your last line: "For we don't understand' It so fits this memorial to your loved granddaughter. The above piece is the outpouring of your heart and the unseen question of 'why.' Why do we have to loose her. Loss seems to be something all people understand in many different degrees. But it is just so hard. Pain like this leaves one reeling. I see this was written back in 2011 and to know that the love which wraps this writing gives hope and a reason to keep going. More families need what is shown in this life which goes to see a hurting daughter and expresses questions and just grieves and gives. We need to grieve, to mourn, to give.
Bless you Coyote.
Kathy

Posted 8 Months Ago


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Coyote Poetry

8 Months Ago

Thank you dear Kathy for reading. Poor sister never became the same. Losing a child. Never-ending p.. read more



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This is an absolute beauty. I know that there is nothing that could even begin to comfort such a loss, but I am deeply moved by your words. It's an inspiration to see you find the strength to keep moving forward in your life. (Salute)

Posted 9 Years Ago


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Beautiful. Just beautiful. I'm so sorry for your loss.

Posted 9 Years Ago


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I don't think time heals all and the death of a child I think is a terrible hurt. How can one understand or accept? I lost a sister when her husband killed her and that wound I know won't heal. Life provides distractions, that's about it. Time does not heal all if anything. The situations in your poem are tragedies, so very very sad to have to suffer such loss.

Posted 9 Years Ago


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These are beautiful Tributes to her and your sister Coyote.

Posted 9 Years Ago


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My heart goes out to you, John, for your tremendous loss. There are no words that can repair something like that. May all gods and goddesses fold you into their arms and heal your wounds.

Posted 9 Years Ago


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Heartbreakingly beautiful. The loss of someone, especially a child, is always a tradgedy. God Bless.

Posted 9 Years Ago


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this is heartwrenching. I am so, so sorry for your loss.

Posted 9 Years Ago


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This is so touching and so sad. It is a great way to keep her memory alive and it is a wonderful tribute.

Posted 9 Years Ago


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That is very heartbreaking to see a life end way to soon... it just never seems fair... I think one way to look at it is that the person was so special that they were called home to God early.

Posted 9 Years Ago


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like a hammer to the head. This was one of those beat you down with reality and tragedy. The moving emotions of the lost, the losers, and those affected by the waves of depression The wishes to be with a family member, being rocked, the idea that a kid that age has no idea, maybe waking up in heaven felt like a dream. You have this knack for not overwording..there is never too much, always just enugh to plant such profound images in the mind that it almost fills in the gaps with our own imagination. You're a word magician that the ancients left here.
This thing speaks to anyone who lost directly, or have been lost.
Beautifully done on this world or the next

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