Little Itch's Poems

Little Itch's Empty House.

How we longed for some healing after your big brothers passing

How a ray of hope was what we dreamed

To help balm the wounds etched into our hearts

Never to replace, but this time to keep

When the blue lines appeared a mixture of emotions

Hope and fear,

Hope in an unfulfilled promise, fear in the pain of another loss

We named you Little Itch sure you would be a girl

In secret the process of your creation started

In secret your loss happened

In the house built to surround you and keep you safe

You never saw the walls of love

That empty house still kept growing unaware that you were not there

An empty house confirmed by an ultrasound

Spoken in soft crashing words that I questioned how can this happen

People said your lucky it wasn't a baby just a few cells nothing more

It could be worse it could have been a baby

You must move forward, maybe try again

Do they not understand that it was your house?

Even though you never knew

We had such plans of dreams and healing

Would you have the same colour hair as your big brother?

Would you be this? would you be that?

Dreams again shot down never to know

Just an empty dream within an empty house.

Lost in words looking for a meaning

In the midst of these creative words that I try to write

I can't find any true meaning of all that has been and is

I am desperate, uncomprehending

My mind shrouded by the thick fog

Which I try to navigate and yet I am lost

I search like an explorer for the answers that I need

My broken heart cries out in ringing tones

Why does this have to be?

The light of my soul once bright

Has like a ember gone dark?

I am beaten, numb and cold looking for a light

In the darkest blackest prison I shake the chains that are

Can explain the fate that is ours to bear

Little Angel as brief as a shooting star that fell to earth

Yet as eternal as the birth of heaven

In the hearts of those who saw your flight

And caught you in their loving hearts

The Language Of Grief

We all at some point talk the language of grief

It robs our hearts of happiness it comes like a thief

It steals all our laughter and batters our hearts

Till the tears can no longer fall

It brings our lives crashing down around us

Till we are up against the wall

It makes us scream in agony

A knightmare that we live

unable to wake from like a dream

The thoughts and feelings it brings

Are like nothing that has been

Yet sometimes in this terrible journey

It brings a speck of light

Calmness a memory of love that cannot be taken

Our own understanding of a very special life

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12 February, 2005