In the bedroom, tears ran down my cheek.
He held my hand to show his presence but respected my need for silence.
We had lost yet another baby. We had lost count.
I sat wishing for holding my baby in my hand and admiring the innocent face. Nothing more and nothing less.
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This is a pure fictional piece. It was written for the 55 on Friday 2014-2 prompt on WriteTribe.
The pain of loss and the grief of parents have been so well captured, Aparna.
ReplyDeleteThank you Shailaja...
DeleteThis is so touching... Brilliantly expressed
ReplyDeleteThank you Rajilakshmi..
DeleteSimplest pleaures can be the most painful one!
ReplyDeleteTrue...they can be very painful...
DeleteYes. The simplest pleasures are the most heart rending.
ReplyDelete:( but true..
Deletethe loss and the pain..I could feel it!
ReplyDeleteThank you Nabanita
DeleteVery well written. Sometimes, sitting in silence can be soothing in times of pain.
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Thank you Vishal...Yes silence is very soothing at times...
DeleteAah! This brought back some memories!! :|
ReplyDeleteI am really sorry that it brought back memories Shilpa...Hope all is well now...
DeleteReally sad, the pain and grief were well brought out. I pray that no parent have to go through this loss :(
ReplyDelete:( I know..I too hope so...
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