by Aaron Blair
I wonder if you ever
pray to the god of dead
children and high school
mistakes, if you think of
the babies that were never
whole enough for you to
hold, and the blood that
poured out of you, fresh
from their baptism. You
don't show it, could never
be soft enough to admit
that at night you close
your eyes and rock those
tiny ghosts to sleep.
Author's Note: About my sister, who had two miscarriages while still in high school. She has two children now, and is pregnant with a third.
Posted on 06/16/2004
Copyright © 2024 Aaron Blair
|Member Comments on this Poem
|Posted by Jane E Pearce on 06/16/04 at 03:27 PM
|Posted by Heide McAlister-Bates on 06/16/04 at 04:36 PM
A very intense piece, well-expressed.
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/16/04 at 05:03 PM
Quite the powerful little poem. After reading the first few lines, I though this was going to be an anti-abortion piece.
|Posted by Alison McKenzie on 06/21/04 at 08:20 PM
"...the blood that poured out of you, fresh from their baptism." This line gets me. And yes, I would imagine she does rock those tiny ghosts.
|Posted by Karl Waldbauer on 06/22/04 at 01:14 PM
Excellent poem, but a question begs to be asked. That is "Does the term 'birth control' mean anything to a high school girl"?
|Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 06/24/04 at 01:14 PM
i felt this poem all the way down my spine... excellent... blessings...
|Posted by Indigo Tempesta on 06/24/04 at 05:28 PM
beautiful, my dear. evocative, and honestly, every line has life of its own; but the piece as a whole is solid and rich, as well.
|Posted by Melissa Arel on 09/28/04 at 05:18 AM
Raw & powerful piece here.. amazing imagery!
|Posted by Maria Terezia Ferencz on 07/26/06 at 02:32 PM
Gives me goosebumps, what a way to view this.
|Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 02/10/07 at 03:30 AM
|Posted by Tony Young on 11/20/07 at 11:52 PM
Get a life my friend, and how dare you claim such to be poetry...A grieving from a family's prospective only...only...TonyY
|Posted by Charlie Morgan on 03/01/08 at 11:48 PM
...tony seems to be the only reader who didn't get the pain of this piece, i did...and it's a gutsy write...Zen Buddhism speaks of life being pain and our adjustment to that pain...you pen a short but biting pome...a silent bow to those sleeping in His arms...peace, charlie
|Posted by Allison Smith on 01/20/10 at 08:08 AM
As a mother who has lost 3 children, I can agree sadly with this. You really do rock their ghosts to sleep. Every single day. Thank you for this beautiful and touching poem that makes me feel less alone.
|Posted by Pall Kvaran on 01/18/12 at 08:41 AM
|Posted by Mo Couts on 10/17/12 at 12:55 AM
Beautiful and sinister, all in one. I loved everything about this one, Aaron.
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 10/20/12 at 12:35 AM
Glad I had the chance to read this again. Powerful stuff. Really makes one think about the whole issue of teenage pregnancy, miscarriage, and in many cases, abortion.