I wrote this poem the day we arrived home from Erie, pa where I delivered Zoe. We were actually visiting my in laws about 2 1/2 hours from here when my water ruptured on Christmas night at only 22 weeks. We were miles from home, completely scared and devastated by what was about to occur. I have tried several times to write down the story...but words cannot express my feelings. I remember the day I wrote this clearly. We picked up Zoe's urn and drove home...a very long, painful drive home to Ohio. I spoke with the minister at the Church on the drive home, she was so very sweet to us. We planned to get together to discuss Zoe's memorial service. That night I wrote her poem...I read it for her at her memorial service. Tim wrote a song for her, Zoe's lullaby.
To my love
My tiny baby Zoe, my precious tree of life
Your skin so fair and fragile, your eyes still blocked from light
my kisses touch your forehead, your kisses warm my heart
now that I have met you, I wish we'd never part
Your fingers long and delicate
Your smell so very sweet
Your tiny little movements met so much to me
We held you in our arms as you slipped away
But I know your soul is with us, I feel you still today
My precious little Zoe, my daughter our first born
You will never be forgotten
Your memory will keep me warm.
To my love
My tiny baby Zoe, my precious tree of life
Your skin so fair and fragile, your eyes still blocked from light
my kisses touch your forehead, your kisses warm my heart
now that I have met you, I wish we'd never part
Your fingers long and delicate
Your smell so very sweet
Your tiny little movements met so much to me
We held you in our arms as you slipped away
But I know your soul is with us, I feel you still today
My precious little Zoe, my daughter our first born
You will never be forgotten
Your memory will keep me warm.
Kate - your poem is so beautiful and touching.
ReplyDeletePlease check out my blog for Zoe's Angel Wings.
Love to you...
First of all...Christmas night? That is just not fair. It wouldn't ever be fair or right, but to ruin all of your future Christmas stuff is yucky. I delivered Gregory the day before my birthday and it will never be a Happy Birthday. Second of all...great poem. You are a good writer.
ReplyDeleteThat's beautiful, Kate. You're very talented!
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