Word Count: 2292 Related Essays on Cliff Notes. A mother's point of view can be especially poignant. We were newly married and were not financially stable yet. Was there something I did wrong? Should I have watched you take every breath, My precious little one? When a child is born, it is the mother's instinct to protect the baby. MacDonald, review of Lucky Stone; March, 1980.
Nor a star shooting across the dark sky, And, surely, not a misguided butterfly. He will keep your child in a loving embrace, just as He keeps you, a child, too. I was going to be a teen mom. To do this, the author used a number of stylistic elements that include foregrounding, imagery, symbolism, diction, synthetic parallelism and structure among others. The poet is saying this because she has changed her lifestyle for her unborn child. Find the brightest star that's gleaming, that's my halo shining bright.
I found it to be interesting and a clever way to express the emphasis of the pause. The imagery used within this poem deals with the strengths of the waters as well as the coldness of winter. I wish you were here, but then I know that this is not goodbye. I thank God for her everyday, but even if I have twenty more babies, I will forever have two in the grave, and that is two too many. . I was really devastated when I went to the hospital to get the first ultrasound to know the sex of the baby when the doctor told my baby was dead I felt like If I was having a nightmare but it was true. It was worth every pain, every tear shed, Because I treasure the love you inspired in me.
No excess words or unnecessary literary devices are used to contribute to the theme because the structure of the poem is so undefined. Sometimes love is for a lifetime. Everyone thought I was okay, but behind closed doors I lost it. I'll never wander out of your sight--I'm the brightest star on a summer night. No one would, so why am I? It was worth every pain, every tear shed, Because I treasure the love you inspired in me.
I'm the special gift you gave Him. Over a tiny, unfinished baby, Or get depressed and withdraw day after endless day. We'll forget you never-- The child we had, but never had, And yet will have forever. Each morning when I awake I know that you are gone, And no one knows the heartache as I try to carry on. Don't come at me with answers That can only come from me, Don't tell me how my grief will pass, That I will soon be free. That carefree, naive person is gone forever, and I'm mourning that loss too.
Parents are the most affected, but extended family and friends also share the pain. I'm the first bright blossom you'll see in the spring; the first warm raindrop that April will bring. Normal is each year coming up with the difficult task of how to honor your child's memory and their birthday and survive these days. They come to me from up above and sing in whispers of Love. Normal is every happy event in my life always being backed up with sadness lurking close behind, because of the hole in my heart. Just know our love goes deep and strong. Quiet as a Whisper Quiet as a whisper, you silently slipped away.
I know that you love me in a very special way. I'd do the same for you. I know you're sad because I'm gone, and Mommy I'm sad too. But God, can you be a mother When your baby's not with you? Then back to our Heavenly Father you went, fulfilling the mission for which you were sent. Let me live a life of strength and usefulness. Normal is being impatient with everything and everyone, but someone stricken with grief over the loss of your child.
Contributor of fiction to Negro Digest, Redbook, House and Garden, and Atlantic. My life is filled with selfishness, My pain is all I see, But, I need you now, I need your love, unconditionally. Life holds so many facets, This earth is only one. The ob found my little one and she finally turned on the sound after taking pictures. But the love that was then planted Is a light that still shines on.