This was written on 20th November 2014.  I was having a bad day.  I remember it well.  I was playing with words without really being present.  I remember I was trying to see in how many different ways you can say still birth.  There are many more ways.  More then what I mentioned here.  Writing is and was a way of expressing my grief, and releasing the turmoil inside of my body.  It worked for the most part! – Though sometimes it took longer just to get that same satisfaction from writing.  It’s good therapy…

Born sleeping,

still born,

born still,

born silent,

born quiet,

born into

heaven’s home.

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Came with a loud boom

into my world

of hopelessness

gave me hope

but my body betrayed me

and let this tiny

infant of God down.

Sebby choose me

but left as fast as

he appeared

he was gone

once more

with all the other

baby souls

a wise soul

he had

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Born sleeping,

still born,

born still,

born silent,

born quiet

born into

heaven’s home

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And left me

to pick up

my broken heart

shattered heart

heart broken

crashing heart

heart aching

heart grief.

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Yet rejoicing

that my son

is with the Lord

Heart broken

is me

in my silent

world of grief

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I imagine his

tiny hands wrapped

round my neck

and then my

dreams turn

into reality

Sebby is no more

departed to be

at God’s feet.

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Born sleeping,

still born,

born still,

born silent,

born quiet,

born into

heaven’s home.