My Child My Heart
My Child my heart lay resting in repose
her black haired head no one ever knows
she sings for daddy still and dances for me too
just, it's not real we lost her before we ever knew
She fought dragons and our devils.
A sword of foam and paper she had too. She dances by the sepilker near a kingdom by the sea from a poem of a necklace that her mother showed to me.
But only in a whisper spoken from the blue, whisper or a memory of thought we never knew.
She read to me her little hands trembling as we learned to read anew. she said her letters and her numbers and the species of the zoo.
She is still nervous for the speech she would never do. I don’t know the subject she would never too.
She rests in Valhalla or some other mythical place
awaiting a day when we can see her face.
And in that hall and in that place in a sparkle of magic dew, she is dancing, still bouncing, curled and black haired child who daddy loves and momma loves and we both will be missing you.
My child my heart lay resting in repose on a hill by a rose. I wonder if i will see her but no one really knows .
About this poem
My wife and i suffered several miscarriages. The imagined child, we would never see, meant so much to us. We had no understanding of just how prevalent early miscarriages where. We had imagined our girl many nights, held eachother dreaming of her and it imagining her bouncing through the house like her brother has done. She never came to us and we , not understanding our own feeling buried her and wept together. The poem refers to another poem that her mother once sent to me. You may have read it. This poem expresses my grief, its the only way i knew to tell my wife how i had been feeling. more »
Written on May 12, 2022
Submitted by lwradley on December 12, 2023
- 1:10 min read
- 0 Views
Quick analysis:
Scheme | AABBXXB BB CCB A |
---|---|
Characters | 1,104 |
Words | 234 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 7, 2, 3, 1 |
Translation
Find a translation for this poem in other languages:
Select another language:
- - Select -
- 简体中文 (Chinese - Simplified)
- 繁體中文 (Chinese - Traditional)
- Español (Spanish)
- Esperanto (Esperanto)
- 日本語 (Japanese)
- Português (Portuguese)
- Deutsch (German)
- العربية (Arabic)
- Français (French)
- Русский (Russian)
- ಕನ್ನಡ (Kannada)
- 한국어 (Korean)
- עברית (Hebrew)
- Gaeilge (Irish)
- Українська (Ukrainian)
- اردو (Urdu)
- Magyar (Hungarian)
- मानक हिन्दी (Hindi)
- Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Italiano (Italian)
- தமிழ் (Tamil)
- Türkçe (Turkish)
- తెలుగు (Telugu)
- ภาษาไทย (Thai)
- Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
- Čeština (Czech)
- Polski (Polish)
- Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Românește (Romanian)
- Nederlands (Dutch)
- Ελληνικά (Greek)
- Latinum (Latin)
- Svenska (Swedish)
- Dansk (Danish)
- Suomi (Finnish)
- فارسی (Persian)
- ייִדיש (Yiddish)
- հայերեն (Armenian)
- Norsk (Norwegian)
- English (English)
Citation
Use the citation below to add this poem to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"My Child My Heart" Poetry.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 12 Jun 2024. <https://www.poetry.com/poem/177865/my-child-my-heart>.
Discuss the poem My Child My Heart with the community...
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In