Acht Tage nach dem Verlust unseres Sohnes habe ich versucht meine Gedanken in Form eines Gedichtes zu ordnen. Mir fällt es wesentlich einfacher mich auf Englisch auszudrücken als auf Deutsch. Daher ist dieses Gedicht auf Englisch geschrieben. Mir fehlt noch ein passender Titel. Irgendwann wird er mir kommen…

It’s only been a week and one day, since we had to let your soul fly free.
How can eight quick and fast-moving days feel like an eternity?

How often I wish I could just wake up from this dream and go back to last Friday night.
A wonderful birth of our sweet baby boy with a future shining so bright.

40 weeks and 3 precious hours was all we got with you.
I don’t understand the sense in His plan, but I hope you will guide me to.

Time’s standing still. The pain is so deep. It’s crushing on us every day.
It holds us tightly around our chest and takes our breath away.

Time will heal, that’s what they say but I can’t quite believe it’s true.
Life has changed, the plans we made, will always be without you.

I try hard to believe it is God’s perfect plan and I cling to the thought you’re with me.     Jumping around with your sweet angel friends, so joyful, happy and carefree.

Some photos, an empty belly and a scar underneath, is all that’s left from you.
The emptiness is huge and so hard to bear but I try hard to believe you are near.

Mommy loves you so much and has done from day one. I wish I could have told you.
The love for you, darling, will never fade. It’s so deep, unconditional and true.