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Poetry | October 2010

The Spot

By Holly Day

and all the while I was talking and singing to the spot I
imagined the baby slept inside me, the reality
was that the baby had died two weeks before, unknowingly,
my husband had been sleeping with his hand over the tiny
gravesite for a whole two weeks not knowing the body inside
could no longer feel him my son had greeted me with a smile
each morning with a kiss on that spot and “Good morning, Mommy,
Good morning, Baby,” there was nothing there to hear his happy
voice all I know is that when the thing that once lived in that spot in my
body refused my silent entreaties to have a heart beat, be alive for my
too-quiet doctor, still waiting, I couldn’t have been more surprised,
couldn’t have felt more cheated, could have just closed my eyes and died.

2 replies on “The Spot”

Dariasays:
October 8, 2010 at 11:40 am

I’m so sorry. I know how that feels.

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Susie Kileysays:
October 28, 2010 at 7:18 am

I am sorry for your loss. I went through the same thing. I remember being shocked when the doctor told me that my baby had died. I thought to myself, “How could I not have known? Wouldn’t a true mother have known that?” I guess not. Again, sorry. Try to reach out to others who understand.

susie kiley

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