A Child Not Born

A woman grieves

This is an emotional poem about the loss of a child before it is born. I apologise if it causes any pain to anyone that has gone through it. I have a friend who had one recently and in trying to explain it to my young daughter this poem began to form in my mind.

Jezri

A Child Not Born


There is a room painted in yellow and blue,
With walls that are covered with Winnie the Poo.
There's crib that is waiting for a baby to sleep,
And a rocker that is holding a woman that weeps.

A woman who carries a heart filled with pain,
As a teddy bear watches, waiting in vain,
For the baby to come, whose crib he will share,
A baby that will need a soft teddy bear.

The teddy bear wonders as the woman cries,
Why there is such pain and grief in her eyes.
And the teddy bear waits for the baby to come,
While the woman cries at the loss of her son.

Her arms are empty, no baby to hold,
And deep within, her soul has grown cold.
Without her baby, her life has no will,
And inside of her hand she is holding a pill.

The pill promises relief, escape from her pain,
An end to the grief that drives her insane.
Her arms feel heavy as she lifts up her hand,
The teddy bear watching does not understand.

Why is she crying,her baby is there,
Held in the arms of someone who cares.
For Jesus is there, with the woman that weeps,
Holding her hands down as she hungers for sleep.

He wraps His arms around her, giving His love
To the woman who'd felt her life come undone,
That day her heart broke and her soul had been torn
At the death of a child who'd never been born.

He placed in her arms softly, her baby to hold
And somewhere inside she was a little less cold.
He held her all night as she cried by His side
Mourning the boy who's life fate had denied.

In the morning she woke to a room yellow and blue,
With walls that were covered with Winnie the Poo
And a crib that was waiting for a baby to sleep,
Still in the rocker where she still softly weeped.

And though her heart was still filled with pain
She picked up the teddy bear who was waiting in vain,
For a baby whose crib would never be shared,
And realized she needed this soft teddy bear.

Closing her eyes she treasures remnants of a dream,
And holding a baby she never had seen.
And though her soul ached and was torn within,
Somehow inside she was beginning to mend.

And under her feet, lying on the floor,
A little white pill, she needed no more.
For though her arms ached for her baby boy,
She knew he was with Jesus and that gave her joy.