This Poem was Submitted By: Mandie J Overocker On Date: 2011-12-30 18:05:43 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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To See You Again

I never got to hold you but I miss you just the same as any mother who’s lost a child, cried till she was blue raging at the unfairness of life’s stupid game   I never got to hold you but I feared for you just the same your life’s tragic end was already planned before inside you grew your birth date preset, your death was too, long before you came   I never got to hold you but I wanted you just the same though fate was set, I hoped that somehow you would live through I longed to see you grow up and to give you all a name   I never got to hold you but I love you just the same my precious sons, my darling daughters, please know this is true I’d give my life if I could just see you once again
Copyright © December 2011 Mandie J Overocker

This Poem was Critiqued By: cheyenne smyth On Date: 2012-01-18 17:40:38
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 8.50000
Hi Mandie, I owe you an apology. I just wrote a critique of your poem that speaks of the death of your children. I didn't realize you were speaking of yourself and your children. I remembered reading about a similar situation. Anyway, please forgive me. This poem is also gut wrenching. I can't imagine what type of cult would enter into the killing of children. I am sure you have suffered so much over the loss of your babies and my heart goes out to you. Well done. Best wishes, cheyenne

This Poem was Critiqued By: Tony P Spicuglia On Date: 2011-12-31 10:31:20
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.71429
Mandie, having lost a child before he was born, I know the feelings that often remind me of the child- even years after. Of this piece, I am not sure of the context. Maybe in a rewrite you could give a clue. It seems either the mother is barren, gave up children at birth for adoption, or had a series of devastating miscarriages or abortions. Although circumstances allow for perspective, the loss will always be the same. With the exception of abortions, the loss is innocent and sometimes charitable to the child. I only wish I had a clear perspective of this piece. I will also remark, that knowing some who made a heartrending decision for abortion, there is an innocence in the need, that predicates the despair, guilt or not. As I said in opening, the seminal moment of my children, aside from being at every birth- was the one who went to eternity without living his own life. In that, I understand this piece.
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