Forever Haunt

The excruciating pain of losing a child.

Somehow you see it in the fold of your hand. 

Perhaps the warmest place that permeates from the heart. 

So little it fills the joy of all expectations. 

Through no fault of your own 

The slip from the bonds of security crack and joy tumbles. 

An inexplicable tragedy roars from every cell in your soul. 

You watch unable to do anything and just before the inevitable 

You freeze that moment, live there forever, and with unrelenting pain 

You witness the last breath. 

This is, now, your own personal forever haunt 

That only death can erase.

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

There is always a kind thank you for all your kindred souls.

[RAOrourke]

I could feel the pain as I read your poem, such heartbreak could be felt through your words. Left me aching for parents who have had to endure such pain. Well done Alfred.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

there are memories of loved ones that will follow us to the grave...no way around it...

very well expressed here.

jacob