Deafening Silence

Baby's Crib + New Paint Job

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Recently decorated nursery, closed door
Freshly washed baby clothes, unworn
A mother’s love, empty arms
Vacant crib, devastation
Bereavement, the edge of sanity
Deafening silence, melancholy

© Sue Edmondson 2010

Warrior Poets

Travelling slowly into the world beyond Premature baby Girl
Suddenly severed from our physical bond
Entering this world gasping for air
Is this the beginning or the end of our affair?

Bright lights raining down on me
Numerous voices, but where are thee?
Hoisted up; then nestling skin to skin
One journey ends as another does begin

The rhythmic beating of your heart
Poetry in motion heavenly art
Tenderness and joy blends of motherhood
Mother and daughter relationship understood

© Sue Edmondson 2010

The Crafter’s Prayer

I wrote this little prayer for those talented ladies and gentlemen of the UK Craft Forum

The Crafter’s Prayer

Our father who art in every industrialist, craft be thy name, thy will be done. The sales will be made online, as well as at the craft fairs. Give us this day our greatest sales, and forgive us our over excitement, as we forgive those who ridicule us, lead us not into deficit, but deliver us to profit in the name of the entrepreneur Dragons Den….. Amen.

© 2010 Sue Edmondson

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Born Too Soon, So they say!

Safe and warm in my mother’s womb
Suddenly trauma as I’m born into this room
My mother pleads as the medics resist
No doctor, no nurse, no one will assist
Eerie silence no one comes to our aid
“Your baby was born too soon I’m afraid”
“Guidelines say before 22 weeks no medical care”
Why and how was it decided, that’s so unfair!
Breathing on my own, moving these limbs of mine
I want to live as my parents hope I will be fine

Alas no doctor, no medical help here for me
At 21 weeks I’m not viable you see
A few hours have passed since my untimely birth
For my parents this is a living hell on earth
As my body gets colder, finding it harder to breathe
The night passing by it’s nearly Christmas Eve
Now drifting slowly into a never ending sleep
My parents are in turmoil, alone they now weep

At 21 weeks I might have survived
If medical intervention had not been deprived
No certificate marks my life, not birth or death
Officially I never gasped not even one breath
No funeral to help my family grieve
Humanity with false hope they do deceive

© 2009 Sue Edmondson

Drug Addiction and Your Baby

Suffering withdrawal symptoms but why?
My mummy and her drugs did sing me a lullaby
I cry out into the silence in vain
My mummies ears are closed to my pain

Convulsions my tiny body distorts …..why?
Cos my mummy and her drugs couldn’t say goodbye
Amid the debris of mankind she now lies
Her heart and ears are closed to my cries

The next fix is all she can think about
Respiratory distress I’m blacking out
My body invaded by tubes and drips
As mummy disappears on one of her trips

With no mummy to heal my pain
My cries are silenced but not by shame
The gentle touch of another’s hand
A nurse whispers ……………I understand

© 2009 Sue Edmondson

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