Fly Away Where Only Angels Sing Child


I have always wanted a brother for as long as I can remember. In fact, I still want one only if mother was immortal and the marks of years she has lived so far didn't show I would definitely egg her on to have one. Anyway about a couple years ago the unexpected happened, well on my end that is. My dream was already dying but mother's news "You can finally have the brother you have always wanted" was the best news anyone can hear. C'mon there is nothing in this world that brings such happiness as that of a dear brother to hold, love and caress. But... Heaven's rocking chair had other plans. I don't what mother felt or the thoughts that ran through her mind but if I was in her shoes maybe this is how she felt:

Death knocked on her door
Life within – had turned cold

Her soul so frail, her emotions failing her
Silhouetted twilight of her unborn

Of the cravings and sleepless nights
All gone to waste, she mourns...

Darkness enshrouds her existence
Of that – anxiety and depression stares

Fountain of sorrow creeps into the cracks
Pain devours into her heart

Massive flesh upon massive flesh
As pain pounce on its prey
A mere lunch to the man down below

Like a raven,

Death has come to sweep away innocence
Reaping what it had not sown
Slowly her unborn slipped into death’s embrace

Like a rock,

Lies the baby besides her lifeless and cold

From above dark cloud hang
Staring at the epitaph of a grieving mother

Tears trickled on her protruding cheeks
She found solace in religion, which told her
“It was God’s plan”

Neither reason nor time was to bring her baby back
Her unborn was gone but in heart, he will always stay
Her baby boy was now in Heaven's rocking chair

We love and miss you our sweet Angel Delton.

Comments

  1. uBuJuly 13, 2019 at 3:32 AM

    I felt this. I'm sorry your mother had to experience this.

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  2. Budgeting Belle 80July 14, 2019 at 5:29 PM

    Thank you for sharing this powerful poem!

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  3. Tamar ChakaondaJuly 14, 2019 at 11:54 PM

    He is resting in peace

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  4. Abigirl MuliloJuly 15, 2019 at 4:44 PM

    He surely is in heaven's rocking chair. Touching peace.

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  5. V@lzAugust 13, 2019 at 11:25 AM

    Indeed his in heaven's rocking chair ,loved the piece Reenie
    The intro passage and poem blended together nicely like choc coconut smoothie..
    It's amaaazziinng

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