Still Standing

Twas The Night Before Christmas (Bereaved Mom)

Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
Except the bereaved mom, who was tossing and turning,
Nursing her heart that was once more breaking.

The time had arrived! Christmas was here!
Would they remember? Perhaps not, was her fear.
Her arms would look full to the outside observer,
But she knew in her heart, one child was missing forever.

Missing once more from the big family event,
How could she survive with her heart badly rent?
Would she put on a brave face, maybe sob in her bed?
There was no way to know; by her grief she’d be led.

Forgo the tinsel! Forget the main dish!
Her baby remembered – her sole Christmas wish.
Whether people remembered, spoke their name or forgot,
Would determine her Christmas. Bearable, or not?

As sleep finally came for this mama, she knew,
That her babe’s life did matter, though the moments were few.
Not in her arms, watching from above,
Missed beyond words; remembered with love.