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Baptism

by Jane E Pearce

"I baptize you in the name

of the Father, the Son,

and the Holy Ghost."

.

Your brand new body

lay in my arms, limp

like a rubber doll I had

when I was a child.

.

Your mother was

on the delivery table,

tears on her cheeks,

not believing her arms

will be empty

when she goes home.

.

Dear lady, if you still live,

I also remember after all

the decades, your request

for your son's baptism that night,

which I gladly gave solemnly.

I know you could hear

the running water, the words-

"I baptize you in the name

of the Father, the Son,

and the Holy Ghost."

spoken by a young girl

who wrapped your son

lovingly and carried him

to the morgue.

03/22/2006

Posted on 03/22/2006
Copyright © 2024 Jane E Pearce

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 02/02/07 at 04:37 PM

Oooh...darn...I'm crying...my mom's a mid-wife and she broke all the hospital rules in the 60's by bringing a still-born to the mother so the family could grieve. Mom lost her job, but that family got closure...beautiful poem...thank you!

Posted by Meghan Helmich on 09/19/11 at 07:26 PM

This is really shocking in all the right ways. Amazing piece of work.

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