The Loss of a Child

Powerful poem, the ending especially.

Enjoyed this poem, Myra.

Thanks, Sam and Matthew.

Makes you ache. Very strong. Not a word wasted. Very, very good.

Thank you, Jack.

Haunting and excellent.

Haunting and excellent.

Thanks for that, Meg.

Painful and good. So well done, a really nice balance between the other and self.

Thanks, Cherise.

Yes, very good, Myra.

"No slowly dimming lamp"

(almost painful to type...)

Thanks muchly, Matt.

Myra, this is beautiful and so sad. I love the last stanza especially.

Thanks, JB.

Closeness and the impending distance, it's all here. so very good.

Thanks for that, Michelle.

Very touching, Myra. And does the magic of elegies, calling the lost into being in the moment of marking the loss.

Thanks, Stephanie.

Beautiful work, Myra. When I read this opener I knew you were "a guy what knows": I watched as the light fled from your eyes . . .

That's exactly how people die; light flees. Powerful image I won't -- no, can't -- forget.

Thanks, Ramon.

Oh Myra, a little heartbreak at the end of the night for me today! Achingly good.

Thanks, Claire.

Just found this, Myra. It moves me in its teetering between relief and grief.

Thanks, Beate.