April 3, 2018
Dear Subscriber:
Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of
view. Since trees, plants, and flowers are about to bloom, this week’s theme is
bloom as a metaphor.
Today’s poem is a name poem from a mother to her still-born
child.
I welcome comments on my poems at
https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com.
Yours,
Nick Gordon
Stephen lived his life within my womb.
Though brief, it was a rich, full life and good.
Each day I told him of my love in ways
Perhaps most intimate, my silent phrase
Heard in the heart directly, blood to blood.
Each life must be redeemed within its doom,
Needing only love to make it bloom.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I
chose for it at https://www.poemsforfree.com/stephe.html.
For more poems about stillbirth and miscarriage, go to http://www.poemsforfree.com/miscarriagepoems.html
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This week’s theme: Bloom as a Metaphor
April 2: Fifty-Three
April 3: Stephen