Wednesday, May 02, 2007

Lines written on attending a memorial service for babies and children

The world goes by. Inside
The clocks are stopped.
A passing cyclist in the dappled park
Cannot sense the sadness within.

Along the altar, lights are lit
For all the lights too soon extinguished.
A baby’s voice echoes from a laden pew
As silent cries echo in these leaden hearts.

A hymn, a muted sob, a prayer
Rise to the high walls, where
The sinking sun casts spring leaves’
Lively and playful shadows.

1 comment:

Giskin said...

Wow, Greg, this is really poignant. I like the way it references Auden, and the contrasts within the the imagery of the high walls and playful shadows with the weighty, leaden emotions. A child at my children's nursery died of meningitis a few years ago, and I think your poem very accurately captures the awfulness of the death of a child.