Friday, January 20, 2006
You kneel, the fold of your knees pressing in,
the wail of a midnight train that parts my dreams.
There is no peace in the march of a tulip, fiery
orange into the blue sheen of snow. Steady
shorelines have no desire to defend themselves
from the crush of incoming tides. Yet you are
the face of the moon hung high on my thighs,
my secret shining. Your hands on my belly
tell me you no longer fear the invasion
promised by the smile of the Sunday sun.
This poem was originally posted over the summer of 2005 - I'm reposting it because - though it was widely misinterpreted as being a sexual poem - it's about Scotty and I coming to terms with this pregnancy and everything that it meant at the time.congenital heart defect
posted by Erin @ 5:03 PM
Donovan "Nova" LeClair
Monroe, North Carolina
Nova was our second child to be born with congenital heart defects.
We lost our daughter at 12 days after open heart surgery in 2001. Nova was born 12/2/05,
with Pulmonary Atresia with VSD. He lived 6 weeks after surgery, and passed away on April 6th, 2006.
This blog is his story, and the on-going story of how our family is dealing with the loss of our beautiful boy.
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