Sherokee Ilse, is a good friend and co-author of the Couple Communication book we just published. She and her husband, David, have been good friends of Monica and mine since shortly after our babies died. Our baby's lives brought us together and in the last 25 years we have shared many good, and some sad, times together. Sherokee just sent me this poem she recently wrote and asked me to share it. Here it is:
Who Remembers You?
Dad, supporting mom along the way
Waiting for the time and day
When you can hold your daughter or son
And you can finally be the one
To toss your babe above your head
And tuck him in his waiting bed
Make a toy or buy a drum
Your time was near, but did not come.
Who knew you would be standing nigh
And have to prematurely say goodbye?
This day is yours and yet it's not
The others don't see the many tears you fought
To hold within and look so strong
As you tried to do nothing wrong.
On this your special Father's Day
Remember your baby who would want to say,
"I love you Dad. You are the one.
I'll always be your daughter or son.
Feel my kiss upon your cheek
And know that someday I believe we'll meet.
Until then, let your tears come, (or not)
And love my mommy lots and lots."
S. Ilse 2009
Friday, May 8, 2009
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oh I hope I commented on the right thing. My comment was for the poem..
this is beautiful...and thanks for sharing. Imagine a father who gets a daughter but doesn't really want her? My child is 27 now but when I told my husband I was pregnant for her he said abort this baby cause we can't afford her. I had many issues throughout the pregnancy but I gave her life..she is my angel, my miracle because she made it through my stress and yet through my happiness of being able to bring her into the world. When she was 11 and standing on the back inside stairs she overheard her father arguing with me...she'd been doing a few bad things that was getting her into trouble..He yelled at me we wouldn't have this problem if you would've aborted her like I asked. I had no idea she was in the stairs listening. I felt horrible knowing she knew. She has hated him ever since. I love this child with all my heart, a gift from God, an angel, the love of my life. Her dad and I divorced...and she had tried to get along with her father. Not to be...she has choosen not to and I can't say i blame her. It's sad when a parent feels this way when so many parents want to be Dads and moms. I love her and am blessed that she was born.
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