Tattered wings
And broken eyes
Remain of her
Since his demise
Hopes of joy
Now shadowed doubt
Has left her drained
Distinguished pain
Her heart has strayed
Into that dreamless void
A lost angel
Weeping through dried eyes
Stifled cries
Reminiscence
Her bundle of joy
Dead to her world
Dead in her womb
Dead to life
No longer existent
She's numbed herself
to the thought of
His tiny heart
which beats no more
within her
His tiny fingers
she'd never get to hold
a life with him
she'll never get to see
His time passed
Without ever beginning

in vain fragments of her glow
float hopelessly
searching for a way
to make him live again
piece him back together within
but time went still
and her hope had faded
faith followed closely
an echoed goodbye
resounded through
her emptiness
the day her son
died

Written by Roselia

This poem is for my sister.... One day her hope will come back and I will do everything and anything to make the process quicker for her. I love her so much and if anything good came out of this, it would be that her son is in a better place. He will be in our hearts, especially in mine.

Love you sis!