I’ve loved you in your mother’s womb. Now you lie in death’s tomb. Even though you never had a first breath, your existence is forever held my heart. You would have been my master piece to the world, an exquisite piece of art.
God denied you life. What little memories I have will suffice. While in your mother’s belly I’m grateful for every kick I felt. I use to laugh at how the both of you use to eat bowls of ice before they melt.
We would have: Dance between raindrops and hold victories against the Easter bunny in hop scotch. Have conversations with the moon and challenge a kangaroo to a game of double Dutch. Battle pirates on sinking ships and wait for shooting stars to make a wish. Bottle candle flies on a midsummer’s night and go a finger race with a goldfish.
Be predator stalking its prey and sentry a trap of milk and cookies. Fall asleep on the stake out waiting for “Santy Claus”, have him think we are rookies. Express justification to failure “Damn that Santa, he’s so tricky!” Form a resolution and have ambition that next year he won’t be so lucky.
Be architects at the beach, erect castles of sand. Be masters of creating mess, paint with no brush just hands Stage political protests till your mother give in to our demands. Be bosses that we are, we don’t take orders we give commands.
I would have been the best father. But god didn’t give me the chance to be the number 1 dad. I hope you know your daddy loves and still waits for you. I love you Bryn!
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Posted: May 2013
About this poem:
This poem is not finished yet, i just needed to get these sad feelings of my mind. Let my pain have an audience
ladyjewelDurban, KwaZulu-Natal South AfricaJun 1, 2013
Another of lifes most pure angels, given to the few who are blessed to have then visit and love them. Bryn, knew you as her Dad and is inside your soul where she belongs always to be a part of you and safe in your stength and love
morgen90210singapore, Central Singapore SingaporeJun 3, 2013
the lost thou painful it is also bearable we share in your lost and pray you become a father soon
IvoryPetalsOPArima, Borough of Arima Trinidad and TobagoJun 4, 2013
ty, i still have tears streaming down my face when i think of her.i guess this wound will never heal. all i can do is cope, cause i'll never forget.
beautifulyouNew York, USAJun 5, 2013
There are many ways to be a loving father... this write is one of them!! I highly suspect Bryn knows of your love!
Deep peace to you, IvoryPetals
kle76amnew york, New York USAJun 5, 2013
Ivory... You will never forget only cope. Take it from someone who has been there the wound never heal the wishes never die the expectations never waver but you will learn to cope. Its the best I can do and it has been over ten years now.....
JyonnahReading, Pennsylvania USAJun 6, 2013
I'm so sorry, Ivory. I do agree with Beautifulyou, though. I believe Bryn is aware of your love for her. What a praiseworthy tribute to your beloved daughter!
BajanshayBridgetown, Saint Michael BarbadosJun 30, 2013
Ivory, Beautiful tribute to your daughter. I am so sorry for your loss!
Serenity4twoDonegal, IrelandJun 30, 2013
My deepest sympathies to you Ivorypetals I know very well from my own experience , the pain you are in at this time . Cherish the beautiful memories you have of Bryn - and this poem is a wonderful tribute to your darling child . Regards --Fiona
IvoryPetalsOPArima, Borough of Arima Trinidad and TobagoJul 1, 2013
ty!sometimes i ask myself if I'm alive, then i breathe, there's still life in this body! it only becomes an empty shell, if i make that way. i guess i have to find a way to live. Sorry for your loss. Just take one day at a time!
niah9Auckland, New ZealandJul 1, 2013
The loss of a child, whether taken breath or not, is something very personal...thank you for sharing your love...Kathy
Hi, IvoryPetals, Even though you never had a first breath... Even though Bryn enjoyed only kicks without breath, the longing in your poem has brought her to life for us. Be masters of creating mess, paint with no brush just hands... What fun some daughter or son will have as time and healing allow. In sympathy.
shadow1950taunton, Somerset, England UKJul 1, 2013
oh my Ivorypetals this tribute to your daughter is breath taking I am so sad for your loss
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Bryn, knew you as her Dad and is inside your soul where she belongs always to be a part of you and safe in your stength and love
it is also bearable
we share in your lost
and pray you become a father soon
I highly suspect Bryn knows of your love!
Deep peace to you, IvoryPetals
Beautiful tribute to your daughter. I am so sorry for your loss!
I know very well from my own experience , the pain you are in at this time .
Cherish the beautiful memories you have of Bryn -
and this poem is a wonderful tribute to your darling child .
Regards --Fiona
Even though you never had a first breath... Even though Bryn enjoyed only kicks without breath, the longing in your poem has brought her to life for us. Be masters of creating mess, paint with no brush just hands... What fun some daughter or son will have as time and healing allow. In sympathy.