Stillborns Cry



I knew you were free,


I still mourned.

I wanted you.

I wanted you to

feel pain—

to laugh and cry,

to be held,

to whine,

to bruise the knee,

bruise the spirit,

be comforted—

to be human.


your humanity lies in ashes,

part of a hundred trees and bushes

that live,

and you don’t.

You are free to be

with God,


I still mourn . . .

At your birth, I cried

when you didn’t.


About apronheadlilly

wife and mother, musician, composer / poet, teacher, and observer of the world, flawed Christ-follower
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11 Responses to Stillborns Cry

  1. April Mullen says:

    beautiful, Lilly. I wish I had known your daughter, too.

  2. Elaine says:

    Beautifully said. I remember the time well, innocence bearing innocence to heaven. And your voice, literally and figuratively, silenced for a time. Your pen does your soul justice. And the soul of your sweet, sweet, never to be forgotten love. xoxoxo Elaine Suranie

  3. My unborn was much younger than your stillborn baby, but I remember well the pain that ripped us apart. Your crying out for the one who could not cry makes this a very effective and affective piece.

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