Featured Content: Poems About Losing a Child

If only a mother’s love

could have saved you,

been there to catch you fall 

tears stilled by the heavens 

to where now and forever,

you forever are­­…

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Beth Brown, My Forever Son,
“If Only a Mother’s Love Could Have Saved You”

He left too soon—
Lifting life from June,
Casting torrents of rain

His absence—
Breath of pain whose exhale can only bring
Heart heaving, this beating of tears

Beth Brown, My Forever Son, “Derecho”

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Derecho

He left too soon—

Lifting life from June,

Casting torrents of rain

His absence—

Breath of pain whose exhale can only bring Heart heaving,

this beating of tears

Breaking loose— All hell in earth’s upturned rupture,

Death shoveling shadows over me

As I bend to lay flowers on his name— Inscribed and bronzed,

A permanence come to stay My love laced now with pain—

Standing over my son’s grave, Death’s derecho come to stay in my shadow.

“Derecho” ©Beth Brown, 2021

Featured Poem: “Derecho-A Storm Out of Nowhere”

He left too soon—
Lifting life from June,
Casting torrents of rain

His absence—
Breath of pain whose exhale can only bring
Heart heaving, this beating of tears

Beth Brown, “Derecho”
Derecho
 
He left too soon— 
Lifting life from June,
Casting torrents of rain
 
His absence—
Breath of pain whose exhale can only bring
Heart heaving, this beating of tears

Breaking loose—
All hell in earth's upturned rupture, 
Death shoveling shadows over me

As I bend to lay flowers on his name—
Inscribed and bronzed, 
A permanence come to stay
 
My love laced now with pain—
Standing over my son's grave,
Death's derecho come to stay in my shadow.

“Derecho”	
©Beth Brown, 2021

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“Bury My Heart”-A Poem about Losing a Child

Bury my heart I’ve come undone Sorting through this life My son left behind. And what I’m seeking I know I’ll never find His touch, his smile— His still living his life. And so instead I sift through A still life dream My heart and life with him Forever it seemed. And oh my son…

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And once upon a blue-sky moon,

We sailed our ships in your bedroom,

With stars for light, we fled the dark

But the lightening flashed, And the sky grew dark.

Beth Brown, “Once Upon a Blue-Sky Moon”

As I tuck you in, I lay me down

As I hold you now, I lift my arms

As I fall asleep, I pray for you

My child, my love, my heart, I’m with you too

My child, my love, my heart,

May God keep and love you

And you will be forevermore

Safe from this world and so adored

And God will be your comforter

And I will always thank God for rescuing you

And I will always praise God for loving you too

Beth Brown, “As I Tuck You In,” My Forever Son

That All of Love Could Sweep Time Back  

Should've, Would've, Could've, 
If I'd only Come to See, 
That might I future forward live
To see all eternity.

That I might know when and where somehow, 
And here and now then see,
To erase the dark and stay the day
To bring back you to me.

If only and What If now child
and why couldn't I just see
To hold you close forever
and stay the light just you and me.

That darkness might not permeate
my heart now and yours then,
that all of love could sweep time back
and bring back you again. 

©Beth Brown, 2021

 

Beth Brown, That All of Love Might Sweep Time Back,” My Forever Son

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A Poem of Love, Loss, and Hope: “Tillers of the Earth”

By Beth Brown Post date January 19, 2021

A Poem of Love, Loss, and Hope

Tillers of the Earth

by Beth Brown

We are the tillers of the earth and the tenders of the soil.

These trees and plants and water garden were here before us, and they will be here after we go.

We take care of them that they might take care of us and that love might be this caring for one another. 

We are the tillers of the earth and the wakers of the soil.
 
How wonderful to see purple this late in the fall and orange on the kindling.
 
Insects swarm madly. What are they doing? Where are they going?

Where go all of us when stand we no longer (further) on grounds hallowed and loved?

We are all tired of blooming, and so rest we now where hallowed love lies and dreams live on even past this point where we are one.
 
We sit, we watch, we wait, for time has a way of catching us all a little off guard and unwilling to wield yield.
 
Tired I rest, tired I fall, and so wonder when, then, I can no longer be this tiller of earth, tender of soil?

When no longer I can mother these roots, bark, leaves, budding and blooming, where then must I go?
 
Where must I be when all that mothers me isn’t any more green and growing?
 
Where must we be when tender no more this sky-earth reach where love in-between sends nights' sky sleep songs to ease her sorrow?
  
That always we could be crickets at dusk and water-lilies opening.
 
That always we could be skimming iridescent hues past this pain of knowing that even seasons lose their way.
 
That Sun-sky could hold ache of us now–tangled branches caught in January, berries spindled against stark limbs. 

© Beth Brown

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Rememberer of dreams. Whisperer of gardens green.
At the whim of “Most Beloved” and a hot cup of tea.
I live life between, straddled here now and then,
My continuity through writing–
Pen dripping ink, mind swirling confused,
Love lingering still, and Most Beloved’s purring soothes.

Blogger at “Gardens at Effingham” (where cats do the talking) and “My Forever Son” (where a mother’s heart runs deep after losing her son to suicide)
Musician. Writer. Literary Connoisseur.
At the whim of a calico cat and a strong cup of tea. View Archive →

By Beth Brown (and Most Beloved, but of course)


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