Mothers of Lost Children
Whether they disappear
at birth, childhood
or adulthood,
yesterday
or a century ago,
we still swim
in a Sea of Sadness,
seeing their reflection
in the water,
waving our arms
as rescue boats float by.
Once onshore, we return
to our lives, until memories
wash over us like waves
and the tide threatens to pull us
under and that’s when hope
steps in and saves us from sinking.
by Sharon Waller Knutson
Editor’s Note: This poem speaks the unspeakable—the loss of a child—with grace and empathy and a deep understanding of loss.
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