Infant Loss

Coping with Infant Loss

Losing Brooklyn
In loving memory, Brooklyn Rose Harrell, born still November 30, 2002

Today she rested in my arms as still as death doth bring. I knew the moment, oh surreal, could not last beyond mere means.

Today I cry for holding her has come and gone abrupt, And left alone I feel the need to hold her yet.

Father did come; he carried her home as pure as whence she came. A mere few months in-utero, a miniscule time we'd link.

I'll never know her first of notes a baby cries at first. I'll never know her first few words, or steps, or time in marks. For she is with her Father now, those firsts he will accord.

I have her photos tucked away, beneath her birth blankets. They're there to re assure me that I am her mother yet.
"For when I come to heaven dear, I know you won't forget, And in my arms you'll rest your head and closely we will sit."

The fright that time is passing by, another day has gone, From when I held her in my arms, "oh fear unclench your grip!"

I know my Angel is safest now, and that doth comfort me. But pain, I can't deny it, gives rise to jealousy.

So Bye for now. I shall depart with pain and agony. And pray, I shall, to heal my heart, strip-off much jealousy. And when again I feel alone, my Angel's nudge reminds, That by my side, she'll guide me through the coming years of time.

When once I feel the disquietude of my impending death, Her Angel wings will gently spread, to warmly bring me back.
Where home is God with heaven's Angels, and peace and safety abound, I and Angel Brooklyn Rose will once again unite.

(updated 08 November 2006) December 7, 2002