seven years

Seven years
since we walked
into labour and delivery,
frantically anticipating
the early arrival of our first born.

Seven years
since we walked
down the sterile hallway,
empty handed,
past the newborn photographer,
what a stupid place to take photos.

Seven years
since we walked
down the gravel road,
arms full of lilies,
past the crab apple trees,
and laid you to rest
amongst the other names
that we know.

Seven long years
since we left you there,
not one day has passed
that we haven’t thought of you.

4 Replies to “seven years”

Oh this makes my heart ache! Beautifully written yet so sad. I’m so sorry you’ve experienced this. My heart breaks. I’ve read this over and over and I can’t help but cry. I cannot begin to imagine the pain and longing. I’m so so sorry!