Posts Tagged ‘children’
You would think that my coping skills would be better…
You would think that after 13 years, my coping skills would be better. And yet, here I am once again, just a few days shy of January 20th, the anniversary of our firstborn’s passing, quietly (or perhaps not so quietly) struggling to maintain the remaining shreds of my [Read More]
On Fulfilling a Tragic Birthday Wish
For me, one of the most remarkable aspects of Facebook is that it provides so many of us with an opportunity to come full circle; to reach beyond the relatively shallow aspects of our former, younger selves and build on the positive aspects of the relationships of our [Read More]
The Jackpot
As I watch you sleeping in the night Arms wrapped around your pillow, oh so tight Little fingers clutch a furry little toy Dispelling any daytime myths That you’re not a little boy And in the darkness, you beckon me to come A frightened little boy who wants his mum [Read More]
On Hearts and Little Boys
It’s hard to believe that July 8th marks 13 years since our first son was born. As I try not to think about the Bar Mitzvah we aren’t planning, my mind turns to my handsome seven-year-old. On a hot summer day two years ago (after giving it a great deal of [Read More]
I shall not weep
When day is done I shall not weep I’ll close my eyes And try to sleep Try not to think Of days long gone Try not to think Of special songs Try not to think Of games we played Try not to think Or be afraid To live my life Without you here To wait [Read More]
Bag of Dreams
I send you off to school today, my precious little boy Hand-in-hand we reach the gate – trepidation mixed with joy I hold you close and kiss your hair before I say goodbye And hope that you won’t see the tears that slowly fill my eyes I wish you well in school [Read More]
Of books and hope…
Earlier today, I spent some time reorganizing my bookshelves which, on the face of it, probably doesn’t sound terribly significant. Shifting books to and fro is hardly cause for excitement, nor is putting books away in a closet in order to make room for other books. [Read More]
The boy who would be twelve
The boy who would be twelve today – he’s lost inside my dreams He weaves his way around my thoughts on unrelated themes He hides among the shadows – they dance around my mind Slipping in and out, simply to remind… The boy who would be twelve today – he lives [Read More]
Rites of Passage
Tears of sadness; tears of joy As I watch my little boy Turn the page and start anew Rites of passage all too soon His future’s tangled in the past A song connecting first and last Brothers who will never meet Connected by a song so sweet I think of then and think of now; [Read More]
The Red Lines of Infertility
During the long, painful years when we were having so much trouble trying to bring a healthy child into the world, many well-meaning friends would often say – in a soft, gentle voice, “have you considered (pause for dramatic effect) adoption?” And I think I did a [Read More]
