Today’s Poetry Type:
(Random Pick): Lannet: except it’s got two extra lines!
Sometimes in life you don’t know what is next
When the sailing seemed smooth, the rapids sweep
you away flailing to sharp rocky drops
Plummeting, no one hears your frantic cries
You’re drowning in deep trouble; you might die.
You realize the truth you couldn’t see
It’s possible to be your own hero.
Easier if you’ve lived in swift waters
Of thought, desire, and possibility.
Why do we live this life of rich freedom?
It’s our way of making our children strong.
While they still have their parents to lean on.
They can navigate rapids and shallows
Rivers of joy, sorrow’s bitter oceans
It’s learning only learned in the living.
Strong oar and rudder to steer them to shore.
You never know what life might bring.
None of us do.
Once, I was pregnant, about to give birth to our second child. It had been a textbook pregnancy, and my water broke four days before my due date…and that began a slow-motion trip to limbo that lasted until our 12 day old son died in my husband’s arms in a neonatal intensive care unit.
Never saw it coming. No way to prepare in advance for the death of a baby all the textbooks said should have been perfectly healthy. No way to prepare our children for the fact that they will always have a brother who died as a newborn, before our daughter was even born.