Love Lost

Inspired by Sylvia Plath's Still Born

These are the hands of a woman in need.

Clutching at the fragile body.

Her child, so new to this world, torn from life.

She swaddles the babe in cotton rags,

While screaming, screeching, howling for her lost love.

Years of trying, finally a miracle,

nine months of waiting, and now this.

Her defining moment as a woman,

The final push to being a mother,

Now that title has been erased.

All the pain, making it to the end,

Just to be torn down.

The time comes for the child to be taken away.

Mother refuses to let go.

The infant cold in her arms.

Her tears fall and skin across the tender skin

Of the child’s head.

Husband weeping into wife’s hair, longing

To be a father, but knowing his chances are

Slim, and the only opportunity he has had,

Has been ripped away from him.

The nurse finally has to urge the separation.

Woman held back while doctor takes away

New born and screams and curses fill the room.

Left alone, just the two of them,

To wallow in their pain.

Still is hospital robes, they hold each other tight,

Their dream of being parents now turned nightmare.

They could never predict such hellish torture.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A very sad poem. Loss of children is a lifetime of pain to hold.
"The time comes for the child to be taken away.
Mother refuses to let go.
The infant cold in her arms.
Her tears fall and skin across the tender skin
Of the child’s head."
You create sad situation and broken heart visions. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote