Sarah2

August 11, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is miscarriage, stillbirth, and death in early childhood.

I welcome comments on my poems at https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com .

A name poem about the richness of even a very short life:

Sarah lived a rich, full life

Although she died in infancy,

Reminding us that all of us

Are blessed with life no more than she,

Having touched eternity.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Miscarriage, Stillbirth, and Death in Early Childhood

8/6: Aryanna

8/7: To a Stillborn Sister

8/8: I Cannot Help but Be What I Would Not

8/9: Caitlin

8/10: I Have One Living Son

8/11: Sarah2

I Have One Living Son

August 10, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is miscarriage, stillbirth, and death in early childhood.

I welcome comments on my poems at https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com .

A poem about three children who died in infancy:

I have one living son, Justin,

And two daughters: Letisha and Anastasia.

And three dead sons, my first sons,

Who died because they were too small.

I love them as much as I do the others.

They lived their entire lives within me,

All but a few short, sickly days.

And now I mourn them as I do my other loved ones passed.

Do not think that time together

Has anything to do with grief.

Flesh of my flesh, they are my children.

I think of them often, as I do my parents,

As I would any souls I have loved.

The dead whom we love are like trees on a riverbank:

The river flows by, the trees remain.

Three lovely trees, as tall and thick as any of the others.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Miscarriage, Stillbirth, and Death in Early Childhood

8/6: Aryanna

8/7: To a Stillborn Sister

8/8: I Cannot Help but Be What I Would Not

8/9: Caitlin

8/10: I Have One Living Son

Caitlin

August 9, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is miscarriage, stillbirth, and death in early childhood.

I welcome comments on my poems at https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com .

A name poem for a child who died within the womb:

Caitlin lived a long and happy life,

All within the palace of my womb.

If she could not joy to be a wife,

There were some bright colors on her loom.

Let those who mourn remember that she died

In sweet communion with my soul inside,

Nor did she lack for love from bliss to tomb.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Miscarriage, Stillbirth, and Death in Early Childhood

8/6: Aryanna

8/7: To a Stillborn Sister

8/8: I Cannot Help but Be What I Would Not

8/9: Caitlin

I Cannot Help but Be What I Would Not

August 8, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is miscarriage, stillbirth, and death in early childhood.

I welcome comments on my poems at https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com .

An angry poem from a mother who miscarried to a father who could not be there:

I cannot help but be what I would not:

A river raging reckless through our love;

But anger is the closest thing I've got

To what far more aggrieved must in me move.

I know quite well that I'm not being fair:

You could not help but be untimely gone.

But unlike you, I could not be but there

To feel our child go dead within my womb.

How you are like the wind, and I the earth

That bears the seed you scatter on your way!

Mine alone the brutal joys of birth;

Yours alone the choice to go or stay.

Despite our love, despite your sympathy,

I know that I in this alone must be.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Miscarriage, Stillbirth, and Death in Early Childhood

8/6: Aryanna

8/7: To a Stillborn Sister

8/8: I Cannot Help but Be What I Would Not

To a Stillborn Sister

August 7, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is miscarriage, stillbirth, and death in early childhood.

I welcome comments on my poems at https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com .

A love poem to a stillborn sister:

How do you love a person

Who never got to be,

Or try again to see a face

You never got to see?

How do you mourn the death of one

Who never got to live,

When there's nothing to feel good about

And nothing to forgive?

I love you, little sister.

You're a person of the wind,

Free to be the memory

Of all that might have been.

I love you, little sister,

My companion of the night,

Wandering through my lonely hours,

Beautiful and bright.

What does it mean to die before

You ever can be born,

To live the lovely night of life

And never see the dawn?

Ah! My little sister,

You lived like anyone!

Life's a burst of joy and pain,

And then, like yours, it's done.

I love you, little sister,

Just as if you'd lived for years.

No more, no less, I think of you,

The angel of my tears.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Miscarriage, Stillbirth, and Death in Early Childhood

8/6: Aryanna

8/7: To a Stillborn Sister

Aryanna

August 6, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is miscarriage, stillbirth, and death in early childhood.

I welcome comments on my poems at https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com .

A name poem for a stillborn child:

Aryanna died when she was born,

Reminding us how briefly we are here.

Years, like minutes, cannot last for long;

A note is no less precious than a song,

Nor for her early death was she less dear.

Now what we can do for her is mourn,

As she is salient only to our tears.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Miscarriage, Stillbirth, and Death in Early Childhood

8/6: Aryanna

Happiness Has Been Your Gift to Me

August 5, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is anniversaries.

I welcome comments on my poems at https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com .

An anniversary poem about the love that lasts beneath the years:

Happiness has been your gift to me

All these years of melody and pain,

Pleasure, hardship, wanton rhapsody,

Pure delight and hard, wind-driven rain.

Years do not add up to love and glory:

All things rest on non-things far more true.

No note is so sustained throughout our story;

Nothing but your love, and mine for you.

In our lives must always be confusion:

Very little lost in Time is clear.

Even so, the whirlwind's an illusion

Regarding the few things we hold most dear.

So you have chosen me, and in that choice

Alone I find my refuge and my voice.

Reality is made by our own will:

You made my world and hold me in it still.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Anniversaries

7/30: Happy Sixth Anniversary4

7/31: Happy Fourteenth Anniversary

8/1: Happy Ninth Anniversary2

8/2: Heaven Isn’t Easy

8/3: Happy Second Anniversary

8/4: Time, in Time, Eventually Is Timeless

8/5: Happiness Has Been Your Gift to Me