My baby with wings

by Isalia Guerrero

Poetry Introduction : My baby with wings poetry is about those parents who wish their baby have wings.


My baby with wings

Sitting here at work typing…just starting my Monday routine,
and as the habit has it, I stop and take a glimpse at the time.
There on the corner of this mac, next to the time,
I see the date of April 4, 2016, written in black, just staring back.

I never imagined numbers could stir up such raw emotions,
and bring back such sharp memories of pain.
It’s been a year, and yet the vivid memory remains…
so vivid in fact, that I could close my eyes any second of my life
and just press rewind.

I was instantly taken back to the evening of April 4, 2015
Those precious moments when I still held you inside of me.
I had been sick all month long but decided that day…
enough was enough & it was time to go back out that day.

So I went with your dad to grab a quick meal,
and within minutes our delicious lunch became a painful ordeal.
I can recall exactly what I wore, and the scent in the breeze,
At first, I was elated to be out of bed, but then a sharp pain started where you currently lived.

I rushed to the public bathroom, and quickly realized something was wrong.
At the time I didn’t even have enough for a phone…
so I was panicking… trying to tell your daddy what was going on inside that stall.

I sat there alone and I cried, as I watched the remnants of a piece of my life slide away…
I knew you were gone baby, but I wanted you to stay.
I saw flashes of what would no longer be …
on top of all the physical and emotional pain stirring inside of me…
So much to deal with physically and all the thoughts and emotions racing inside my head!!

Looking back, I realize time has healed some of the physical and emotional wounds,
My experiences have helped to shape me into the person I am today.
I learned the hard way, that some mothers have nine months to find a name.
While some carry the title of the mother for only a couple of days.

But, don’t worry my dear…just take care of us, your parents, from above.
Thanks to God, your mother has learned to be tough,
maybe even a little cold hearted and rough.

And just in case you don’t know your name baby,
turn around my love and take a look at your wings…
you are an Angel and heaven is where Angels are meant to be.

I accept that you won’t ever come to me, regardless of how long I Iive,
but I assure you, my dear, one thing is clear.
One day we will all surely meet, I wait for that day with great anticipation,
Until then, you will always be my baby with wings.

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Genre : Miscarriage