Sunday, June 11, 2006
Picnic With My Youth Poetry
The forest has become a graveyard
and I've lost myself
in the umber eyes of a hungry doe.
Her timid nibble at my hostas
makes me envy their bells against her lips.
I spread my skirt,
white on the ground around my knees -
a new-moon picnic in ivory
at your grave side.
Dew-silvered spider strands dance
across your name
where wasted dandelion seeds sway,
stuck like an unwanted melody
in the mind of the maker.
in the darkness I reach for you
and sing you to sleep.
, Loss of a Child
, Congenital Heart Defects
, Bereaved Parent
, Poetry on Grief
posted by Erin @ 11:21 AM
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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