A few years ago Mike wrote this poem for our friends Sally and Chris. They lost a baby around the same time as we did. I dug the poem back out last week after everything that has happened. I've been buzzed by a hummingbird the last couple days up here at my parents lake place and it makes me smile each time.
Whirl Hummingbird Whirl
As I lay one night unable to sleep
I say a prayer for the world I keep
But this night sad, I began to ponder
Where do the lost souls of unborn wander?
Are they reborn flowers or trees
Or do they come back fuzzy bumblebees
Thoughts ran through, nothing stuck
Then one whirled into my blackness by luck.
Metallic green wings outlining infinity
This bird was definitely sent from a Divinity
Buzz so calming and grand oculars so cute
Poking and prodding with its now musical flute
Dancing and painting this empty space
Then gone painfully without a trace
I beckoned and reached out and wanted oh more
Then I realized this passage had given me a chore
Send a message of hope and beauty this Fall
The wonder of life is that it happens at all
So when you see hummingbirds take comfort to know
Where the lost Souls of some unborn loved ones go.
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