I am rendering 4 walls
in my heart
because my baby is dying
the anticipating pain
I cannot bear
night is my enemy
it tricks me to hear my baby is crying
I bow my face to the ground
oh Lord!
Your promise of life
will not return void
This is my only hope
in the tomb I am preparing in my heart
for my baby’s burial
from this life to eternity
Mercy!
My heart shattered by his pain
I long for his smile in the shower of your light
on earth as it is in heaven
So young he is, I beg
restore his childlike innocence
wisdom only comes with time
A dying child, a dying mother’s wish and
only hope!
Flicker of Thoughts 
This is a beautiful poem written with such lovely words but one that also makes us all imagine the kind of hurt that none of us ever hope to face – outliving your child. I am praying this is not something you have been through my friend. Love you, Joni
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This was written in response to a social issue of teen suicide. I wondered how the helpless mother cope if hope is not what they feel.
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