The Box

To Elizabeth, on her 14th birthday

 

In a box under my bed, lies my baby.

In this box, a pink ribbon and hat.

In this box is a lock of her downy blond hair,

And her name carved in wood, painted black.

In this box are her finger and feet prints,

And a picture of her with my nose.

In the box are too few scraps of memory,

And the dried petals of a sweet rose.

 

IMG_8778

Photography by Loura Lawrence

In a different box under the ground, lies my baby,

With a stuffed toy and some warm clothes.

She is there, in the ground, my poor baby,

Safe now from the chill wind that blows.

There in the ground lies my baby,

Overtopped by a grey-stone rose.

4 comments

  1. Heather

    Fourteen years later tears still rise for a life not fully lived and for the broken hearts of those I love so much. I love you both deeply and will never forget the beautiful life that you brought into this world if only for a short while. I know we will be overjoyed to one day see her again. You will always have my heart ❤️

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s