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The Cradle Rocks - A Poem

Updated on April 7, 2012
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The sun shown brightly just after noon

Lighting the doorway to the babies room.

Blankets of pale blue and Peter Rabbit décor

Filtered across the bedroom floor.

Sorting new clothes and hand-me-downs

Some with “I love Mommy” others with clowns.

A dream just beginning; a Mother's joy

She's just found out she's having a boy.

And the cradle rocks.

Her hand traces down the rails of the crib

She's just folded the first of many new bibs.


Silt-filled clothes she washes all day

The fire has washed the room with gray.

The dream burned, destroyed in a fury

Precious baby will now be buried.

Rage fills her heart and mind.

Memories, dreams she cannot rewind.

Fire, grief, pain burns slow and deep.

She sits in his room and begins to weep.


And the cradle rocks!

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    • Denise Handlon profile image

      Denise Handlon 5 years ago from North Carolina

      Touching poem, Tams. Haunting. Thanks for sharing and welcome to hub pages

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      Tams R 5 years ago from Missouri

      Denise,

      As I see you've read my story of a stillborn, you know it is a subject near and dear to my heart.

      Sometimes these poems just roll out of me.

      Thank you for commenting.

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      Bill Holland 5 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Awww Tams! That was lovely...sad....powerful....moving...a reminder of how precious life is, how fleeting it is, how strong a mother's love is. So much in so few lines. Thank you my friend and have a peaceful and love-filled Sunday!

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      Tams R 5 years ago from Missouri

      Thank you Bill! It perfectly encompassed what I was feeling while I wrote it.

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      Annie Fenn 5 years ago from Australia

      This is so very sad, capturing pure joy in anticipation to its polar opposite in deep sorrow and rage in trying to comprehend events. Tragic poetry beautifully written and felt.

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      Tams R 5 years ago from Missouri

      Fennelseed,

      Thank you! You really caught every aspect of my poem. It really is a time that switches so quickly from happiness to pure sadness and anger.

      Thanks for commenting.

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      BeyondMax 5 years ago from Sydney, Australia

      So beautiful, Tam, yet so heart-breaking and so very deep. Hugs to you!

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      Tams R 5 years ago from Missouri

      Thank you BeyondMax. I'm really not a negative person just so you know. I'm sure after reading a few of my hubs it does seem that way. I just write about what is inside me.

      Thanks for reading and commenting!

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      CM Sullivan 5 years ago from California

      That made me sad. Very well written. I had a friend who had a stillborn and she had to bury her. It brought the feelings she conveyed to me over the phone that day vividly to mind. voted up and everything else.

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      Tams R 5 years ago from Missouri

      CM,

      Thank you. It is definitely a never-ending twist of emotions. It never fails to strike me how one minute you're so excited and in an instant it's all goes up in smoke.

      I am truly sorry your friend had to endure this as well. No one should ever bury their child.

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