Thursday, March 6, 2008


My love in fetal position
takes the place of the empty feeling
the vacated belly
our baby's home for nine months

Once again we're like newlyweds
our by winter-gear hooded kisses
protected from the gazes of passers-by
we're parents without responsibilities
except for ourselves/ each other
the memory of our child

No cradle to rock/ no pram to push
no feeding during the night
we sleep next to the vacant room
where winter's cold combined with grief
drives us closer than love in a warm climate would

Back to point zero where we started
but for the history we now share
making us one/ once again

©1993 Judith van Praag
From Creative Acts of Healing: after a baby dies

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