~ This poem is dedicated to mothers who have given up a child. For many personal reasons, women and girls everywhere make this choice, or sadly have this decision made for them. For years they often suffer their loss in silence, tears flowing and regrets filling their hearts. Some mothers fill the emptiness by writing letters to their child, saving them with hopes they one day will be reunited. Unwrapped gifts fill cupboards and drawers, gathered and waiting for that glorious day that mother and child are together again.
Not all Mother's days are joyous days of celebration. For some, it's another day to weep, and to pray...
I am pleased to be able to say that my own family has experienced the miracle of reunion. It is possible.
God bless. ~
Precious Time
They said I couldn’t keep you;
you came into my life
at the wrong time.
Time...
What is that?
Is there a right time,
a wrong time,
for hearts to be filled with joy,
only to be broken?
Time...
We didn’t share enough of it.
I realized you’d captured my heart,
my forever love,
when I first saw you...
your eyes looking into mine,
or was it mine into yours?
Time ...
It was in those first moments
I knew.
I just knew
I’d always love you.
But I had to let you go,
to love you best.
To love you completely,
I let you go.
And time goes on.
In my heart though,
time stands still.
I am here
waiting.
Where did you go?
How are you?
I miss you;
I need you!
Do you need me?
Do you even remember me?
Oh, how my heart aches
to hold you again,
to touch your soft skin to mine,
to feel you,
really feel you here with me.
Time...
It’s supposed to heal all,
but it just lingers
like storm clouds in my heart,
waiting to burst.
Pain and feelings of incredible loss
occupy the space you left .
And so I sit
and write to fill time,
the time apart from each other.
I fear this time will never be filled
with anything but longing,
hoping and praying
that you’ll one day come home to me.
Will you ever come home?
It’s time to write.
I need to write to you.
If you return to my arms one day,
one glorious day,
you need to know I wrote to you,
sharing my thoughts
and dreams for us.
That I spent my time and tears
missing you,
loving you,
my precious one.
Time...
I’m begging you;
please be kind to us both,
till it’s time for us
to start over,
together,
the way it should’ve been,
all this time.
I understand now how big a loss you endured for so long. Thank God you were at last reunited! This poem tells all bereaved mothers go through so well--thank you, Nadine.
Good write, impressed. I agree, time does not heal, the pain only lessens as we adjust - I just used these lines in a poem of my own. (Might change them.) Did need the intro? Maybe, it was all the more powerful for the reader having some insight to the content, although, you do a good job of conveying the whole with just the poem: excellent!
A heartfelt touching poem on the separaton of mother and child expressed with deep emotion. The questions of the mother in the poem reflect the sense of her wondering pain. I do believe mothers that have given up a child often over the years ponder silent questions within their hearts.
A very touching poem Nadine...and so gentle too :)
so poetically sad in all of its truth. be kind to yourself, and I will meditate on your inner-harmony. peace and light, dah