A collection of poems born of the death of a baby
by Elizabeth Monaghan @buffence TFMR mama to forest
Two weeks post natal
My neighbour came by
She was worried since I haven’t walked past
In a while
Two weeks now
More
She wondered if I was alright as she passed by my door
Since she hasn't seen me in so long —
Not that long
It’s only been two weeks —
She’s seen the other girl and her two dogs
But she hasn’t seen me in a while
My body is mending fine
No pains
I'm recovering well
Put her mind at ease
Without revealing the landscape of mine
Assured her I’m not suffering the “why-mes”
I’m sad a lot
Because I’m sad because it’s tragic
We lost our baby
In her culture grief is faced head on
A keening at the funeral
In front of the tribe
And then you move on
Life resumes you
Seeds to sow
Fruit to pick
But it’s just been two weeks
Don’t expect to see too much of me
I’ll hide away as long as I need
Two weeks ago I was six months pregnant
And now I’m not pregnant at all
The body and mind
Take time
To recalibrate
She told me all about her Rita
Who had the same we had
And a miscarriage before that
Then she had two perfect children
One of each
x, y
gen z
It’s just more difficult for some people
You see?
She said
That’s what it is
Not everybody has joy straightaway
So I mustn't despair
I mustn’t lose faith
Don’t know the right words to explain
That isn’t what’s making me blue
The mirage of control
Will not renew
Since him.
A collection of poems born of the death of a baby
by Elizabeth Monaghan @buffence
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