Thought on viewing a babies grave.

The baby died at birth. So tragic.

The laboured breath
The hesitant heart
One single look
At a world apart
The simple act
That proved a rout
Of taking in
And giving out
Too much, too much
For little lungs
That can't maintain
What's just begun
But ears can hear
Who none can see
'Come little one.
Come, come to me'

EPITAPH FOR LITTLE ONE.

"I came as a breeze
That barely blew
I gave but a sigh
On passing through."

Reviews

[Temperance]

How sad this is and, how courageous you are to write it. It is nicely done in a sad way.

[Chris Shaw]

Overwhelming sadness when babies die at birth or at any time for that matter. Such expectations parents have for happiness within their family unit. Can't contemplate the grief and the emptiness when this type of tragedy occurs. I have stood at the graveside of babies myself.

Your epitaph for little one touches the heart and turns on the tears.

Really connect with your writing Bryan.

Chris

[Bryan Sefton]

I must admit Chris, that after I wrote this, I couldn't read it without choking up. I wrote the epitaph about six years ago but I couldnt add to it until about two years ago when I sat down determined to finish it. Thank you for your nice remarks.

[Chris Shaw]

It:s a tesr jerker for sure Bryan.