Will you?

Will you hold me close,

Comfort me, hold me tight?

Will you hold me close,

Through our wrong and right?

Will you hold me close,

Even though we may fight?

Will you hold me close,

All through the night?

Will you still hug me,

When I act insane?

Will you still hug me,

When I over think everything in my brain?

Will you still hug me,

When salty mascara tears down my face in the rain?

Will you still hug me,

When I fight with you in public on the train?

Will you still hug me,

Through all my stress and strain?

Will you still love me,

With every passing day?

Will you still love me,

Through March, April and May?

Will you still love me,

When our hair turns grey?

Will you still kiss me,

When I drop tea all over you?

Will you still kiss me,

All that we go through?

Will you still kiss me,

Knowing all that you knew?

Will you still kiss me,

If I told you I loved you too..

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EMPATHY

I wrote this poem for a college competition, thought of sharing.

 

I wake up to a bloodstained bed,

With a disturbing fuzziness in my head.

Panicstricken, I wake my partner up, now asleep,

Shuffling, confused- my balance I couldn’t keep.

 

My bump that lay ahead of me,

Blocking all that I could see;

Am I losing my baby now?

This is not how I imagined it, this is not how.

 

The rest of that morning was just a haze,

Just a puppet to what the doctor says;

A test here, a test there,

All I had to offer was a blank stare.

And then came the moment of truth. A blade,

Right through our hearts. “You’ve lost your baby, I’m afraid.”

 

Show me some empathy, put yourself in my place,

Had you dreamt of my baby’s face?

 

My baby girl with my lips and my partner’s nose,

My baby girl- with cheeks soft like a blushing rose.

My baby girl- whose eyes would shine like the endless seas,

Whose little voice would stir the envy of singing birds on the trees.

 

Show me some empathy, put yourself in my place,

Had you dreamt of what my baby says?

 

From her first words, first words she’d had,

To “I love you mum, I love you dad.”

From her terrible twos to her terrible teens,

To the yelling and the occasional ecstatic shrieks.

 

Show me some empathy, put yourself in my place,

Had you dreamt of my baby on her special days?

 

From her baptism to her first birthday,

Celebrations galore in the month of May;

To the day she becomes someone’s wife,

And the day she brings a baby to life.

 

But no.

Empathise all you want,

For today- forever will haunt,

As being the day we start living with a memory,

And living life as what could possibly be.

The heavens reclaimed an angel today, this angel of mine.

Placed a glowing halo on her little head, so divine.

Go, my dear, fluff up the clouds so high,

And spread joy to the world above,

Mommy won’t cry..

Mommy won’t cry..