2014 has been a tough year. The loss of two babies, Aoife and Lucas, has been a bitter pill to swallow. We will not let this define or destroy us, in fact it has made us stronger as a family. To all those who have lost someone; especially children, this poem is for you. I wrote the poem so that the last letter of each line is the same as the next line to symbolize time as continuous. The last word, however, does not end with the same letter as the first one in the poem because it is a precursor to change. In other words our lives will not be cyclical and we have hope that things will be better.
Tick, tock, tick, tock, a heartbeat.
Time marks etched in sorrows.
Seconds, minutes, hours,
Sixty becomes one, one becomes sixty, twenty four becomes one,
Every moment defined
Days become seven
Now fifty two becomes one
Each day we remember the ones that changed it all
Left us empty with a void in our lives
So much pain and heartache, we felt and saw
We watch and wait
The only time we want the minutes to rush by
Yearning for the New
Waiting with hope that things will change
Every beat of my heart tick tocks to midnight
That moment when all seems new
When we feel all is possible
Every heart that beats
Silently marking the ones we lost
Turning our thoughts to the rainbow.
Wishing that this might be our year.