This poem was written in November 2009 after I lost my first child.  At the time I didn’t know what the road ahead of was going to be like.  But thanks to my Micheline, i became closer to God.  Interestingly … Continue reading →

You ask me how I am doing? But the moment I open My mouth you turn around Don’t want to listen To my broken heart You close your ears To not hear the pain You close your eyes So you … Continue reading →

This poem was written on 18 December 2014, about 2.5 months after my son died.  I tried to picture what God would be saying to me through nature.  I guess in the moment that i wrote this poem i felt … Continue reading →

The poem despair I wrote in January 2015 when I was in the midst of a severe depression.  I couldn’t get out of it.  Wherever I turned I just saw darkness.  I was plagued with nightmares.  I was alone. Fighting … Continue reading →

© 2016 Microsoft Terms Privacy & cookies Developers English (United States) Day after day Standing amongst strangers Full of awkwardness Elevator conscious. ~~~ Eyes staring down A dozen feet around me Eyes averted Crisis minimized ~~~ Elevator stops Shuffling of … Continue reading →

Birth met death.  Death blended in with birth.  Death ripped hope out And only broken reflections  Of a future remained.    Time slowly moved forward  What was disappeared into  The sands of grief And what remained was Broken puzzle pieces. … Continue reading →

I can see myself standing at the edge of the wilderness.  I can feel the wind on my cheeks as i imagine myself standing on top of a cliff-side my arms up in the air in complete surrender as I … Continue reading →

On 8th November 2014, about 6 weeks after my little boy died, I finally got to lay him to rest and have a memorial service.  I wrote this for him and read it out in front of a crying church. … Continue reading →

Written to my angel son born sleeping on 29.09.14 – This was the first of many love poems I have written to my precious little man…  Rest in peace my little miracle, my handsome wise little man.  May you forever … Continue reading →

Little boy, grief Sits steadfast on Mummy’s shoulder. Little rays of light Peak through the angry Clouds of tired sadness. — The many black sraight bottles, that somberely Line up in neat rows — Catching all of Mummy’s tears Of … Continue reading →