Infants Remembered In Silence (IRIS) - Poems

My Secret Garden

By Sarah Eby

In memory of Ricky

My sorrow is
my secret garden
where I go
when I feel alone.

There I find
the brook of tears,
the soft blossom of a broken heart,
and fields of emptiness.

My secret garden
grows freely
in the darkness
of my baby’s death.

Where do I find
a single bud of hope
watered by tears
in a meadow of despair?

I am alone
in my garden
because I’ve lost
my way, my baby.

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