baby girl Gilmartin, b. Feb. 2, 1970, d. Feb. 2, 1970
after Sean Thomas Dougherty
there is a space
in the universe
do not exist:
you never took,
that did not open,
my two thin arms
the empty crib,
there is a wound
in the exact shape
of my heart.
It is possible to have no words but to also say thank you for this poem.
A number of years ago I read an article in Christianity Today. It was titled “2 minutes to Eternity”
A parent was questioning why God created & formed his child who lived for only 2 minutes after birth. The article ended stating that God didn’t create the little baby to live for only 2 minutes, HE created that little child for eternity. Just like He created us for eternity, where we may be surprised to find our true calling, which often seemed out of reach here on earth. The reason for our birth may not necessarily be for anything we accomplish here on earth, but in the role we are to fulfill forever.
50+ years after writing…and this will still touch hearts decades from now. Thank you.
You have given words to pain and loss that is larger than expression itself. Thank you so much for speaking into existence the reality of such heartbreak – and thus lessening its isolation.