Poem

This poem was written by a mother who lost her infant daughter, Peyton. I have found a lot of comfort from her words, and I can relate to much of what she is going through. It has helped so much to find other mothers who are walking this journey as well...who know the pain and loss. I wish none of could relate with each other....it's not the best "club" to be in. But we're here...and we're here for each other.

I changed her poem so that it reflects our loss. I only had to change one word - I added "son" where she had "daughter". The poem reflects a lot of what I have been feeling lately. It completely puts it all into words. You can visit her blog here if you'd like to.

The sun rises,
cars pass,
bikes move,
people mill around,
shops open and close,
x's mark dates on the calendar,
the world continues turning,
but not for me child,
I stand still.
I am in limbo,
walking the line between what was,
and what is.
Between a life imagined,
and that which was realized.
Between youth,and age.
Between naive happiness,
and the pain of wisdom.
I try to understand.
I try to find answers.
It is a fruitless pursuit.
There are none.
Some call you an angel,
a tragedy,
a spirit,
a terrible thing that happened,
a victim of odds,
in a better place.
They have many so many labels for a life cut so short.
I just call you son.

~Kristin Binder