written by PoetBay memberĀ Leovinus (visit his page here: http://www.poetbay.com/poetHome.php?writerId=2675)




NINE MONTHS...

This poem was written by my best mate Keith. He is a member of the bay. He has forgotten what Email address he used. The poem is personal reackshan too the loss a friend suffered.

Nine months...

It seems like only yesterday we found out.

Nine months !

The excitement ,
The anticipation ,
The scans ,
The plans.

It's a girl ! All will be pleased.

The nursery is pink.

A scare - more tests.
Doctor assures,
All will be OK.
Not long now.

Arrangements made.
Just days to go.

The day is here.
Phone calls - no time !
Text announces to friends and family and the world -
It's today.

The wait seems like another nine months.
Everyone we love is here, except our daughter.

It's time.

The wait will all be worth it soon.
The pain seems to pass in an instant.

It's quiet.
Too quiet.
She doesn't cry, and no one speaks.
Where is she ?

Why will no-one speak ?
The wait is unbearable.
She's not crying , but someone else is.

Still waiting ....

The flowers are left there , to wither and dry.
No shouts of joy , no popping of corks.
Close , but no cigars.

The nursery is still pink.

She's still not crying , but someone else is.

The quiet is so loud , I can hardly hear it.





Poetry by ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-04-20 at 19:23

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'Nine Months' is very powerful poem that does what poetry does best: expresses emotions that are overwhelming to us. It's written so very carefully and skillfully that your pain and sadness seem all the more real and poignant. Please keep writing.

What makes the poem so powerful is that it starts out joyful and celebratory, so that the sad ending is even more forceful. ...and the pinkness of the room is heartbreaking.
2014-12-06


Leovinus
Hi, I'm Keith

Thank you all for your kind words.

I am honoured that such a caring and supportive gathering of talented members have taken the time to add their thoughts...

A sincere and humble thanks to The Editors ♥
2014-12-06



This is excellently done. 'The flowers are left there , to wither and dry' is such a powerful line. Memories come back to me... Wondering what to do with little clothes bought, pregnancy books, etc. Beautifully written with great care and understanding...
2013-05-08


housam
I read it once more !!!
She's still not crying , but someone else is.
its a painful words
2011-06-20


housam
I read it , found my self as i was there. I can hardly hear it.
2011-06-20



My deepest sympathies.
My daughter almost didn't make it, she was in distress while she was being delivered. In the middle of winter past the midnight hour I held her tiny frame under an electric heater unmindful of the sweat pouring down my face to hold her close so she would calm down and stop wailing as they sewed up her mum and reuniting us after over three hours.
That night/dawn I almost lost them both.
2011-04-25


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
A very sad story, but a beautifully written poem, Ken.
2011-04-24


John Ashleigh The PoetBay support member heart!
The hearts of those that have to bare witness to lifes troubles are hardened for sure - but nothing can prepare a person for this. I really feel for the writer, and all those involved. A very strong cry for help - straight from the heart. Thankyou for sharing.

Regards,
John.
2011-04-22


shells
Such a heartbreaking read, those lines "she's still not crying........ and the quiet is so loud......." really emphasise the grief and disbelief. The death of a child is just too much to get your head around.
2011-04-22


countryfog
"She's not crying , but someone else is" . . . in a perfect world a child would never be lost, such a hauntingly sad line never written. One of the hardest things I've ever done was attend the funeral of my still-born niece, the tiny coffin I will never forget.
2011-04-21