Angel of Wonder
Still think of my baby brother with whom
touched us all so much but never
had a chance,
as the small white wicker casket, strewn
with roses beckoned more than just a
passing glance.
Even my small self did cry back then as
most could not admit, the grief
mama did withstand even
God sometimes permits.
The day they laid him gently to the
heavens never could abate, a love
for him before he came could
never be too late.
Today my age still pushes remembering
back into my mind, thankful I'll not
forget this angel of wonder,
for all the passages of
time.
jobstears (c) 2005
Still think of my baby brother with whom
touched us all so much but never
had a chance,
as the small white wicker casket, strewn
with roses beckoned more than just a
passing glance.
Even my small self did cry back then as
most could not admit, the grief
mama did withstand even
God sometimes permits.
The day they laid him gently to the
heavens never could abate, a love
for him before he came could
never be too late.
Today my age still pushes remembering
back into my mind, thankful I'll not
forget this angel of wonder,
for all the passages of
time.
jobstears (c) 2005
....but realize that an artist draws from other people's lives, experiences, and viewpoints, and from some Godly place in one's own mind. Some years ago, a dear long-time friend lost her toddler, and I went through all the "stages of grief", and a poem I wrote brought folks to me wide-eyed, saying, "I'm so sorry your baby died!" My response was, "When a child dies, we all die with her a little, because we will miss all she cannot now provide." And it amazed me that people would make the assumption that my writing had to be nonfiction. 
(After all, I'm sure they didn't ask Ray Bradbury if he'd really met Martians.) When my infant grand-daughter died, God granted me through the hole in my heart a verse, which we printed on the memorial folders. And incidentally, I no longer felt privileged to lay claim to the grief of another person who has lost a child. Bless you for sharing your work. 
