Carried, Julie Ann Cook (June 2026)
Carried
for my tiny sons whom Heaven holds
Hush, my heart, be still.
Breathe
in peace. Hold. Release the days
from memory’s grasp and bury
the weight of hopeless prayers
in peace. Hold. Release the days,
every second, minute, hour with
the weight of hopeless prayers.
Haunting dreams carry my tiny ones
every second, minute, hour. With
each breath they never took,
haunting dreams carry my tiny ones
further from my empty womb.
Each breath they never took
catches in my keening-hoarse throat.
Further from my empty womb,
this burden of lost boys
catches in my keening. Hoarse throat
and memories gasp. And I bury
this burden of lost boys,
hush my heart. Still, I breathe.
in peace. Hold. Release the days
from memory’s grasp and bury
the weight of hopeless prayers
in peace. Hold. Release the days,
every second, minute, hour with
the weight of hopeless prayers.
Haunting dreams carry my tiny ones
every second, minute, hour. With
each breath they never took,
haunting dreams carry my tiny ones
further from my empty womb.
Each breath they never took
catches in my keening-hoarse throat.
Further from my empty womb,
this burden of lost boys
catches in my keening. Hoarse throat
and memories gasp. And I bury
this burden of lost boys,
hush my heart. Still, I breathe.
Powerful, Julie Ann Cook.
ReplyDeleteOur hearts ache (but never as deep as your pain is felt ) for your loss as they are our loss too. A Mother's love is a special love stronger than any. It is the bond between mother and child that will always connect the two. My unending Love, Mom
ReplyDeleteVery moving
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