A poem written by HOPE member, Kristen Grein, in loving memory of her son Gordon on his sixth birthday.
Once upon a time in a land not to far away
a baby was concieved on a warm fall day.
That baby was growing inside of me
and it wasn’t that long before people could see,
my baby bump was really starting to show,
I didn’t realize how big my stomach could grow.
For nine months I carried that baby inside my womb,
I had no way of knowing he would be leaving so soon.
After 40 weeks of pregnancy bliss,
an absent heartbeat we couldn’t miss.
Even through prayers and all our good will,
my son would be born but would remain very still.
The heartache, the pain, the anger, the grief,
would last a lifetime but people thought it would be brief.
Once all the signs of my baby bump were gone,
everyone thought I should be able to move on.
People would say that god has a plan,
this was a theory that I could never understand.
Or the ones that would say “god only takes the best”
those were the ones that never layed their son to rest.
It has been six years and the pain is still very deep,
I dream of my angel every night when I sleep.
He is my son and into this world he was born,
and forever a piece of my heart will be torn.