Infants Remembered In Silence (IRIS) - Poems - Like Most Others I am a Special Mother

Like Most Others I am a Special Mother

By Patricia Hollie

In memory of her son Brady Michael Peirson, born asleep October 6, 1997

I am a mother
But like most others
I am a special mother

I held my son
Even though only in my womb

I am a mother
Even though my son is no longer
At least... not on earth

He lives in heaven
With our sweet father
Which is far better

I am a mother
Like most others
To an angel... to whom I gave birth

I am a mother
Like most others
Who doesn’t get to throw parties
For those special occasions... like birthdays
Instead, we hold a silent party… in our hearts and heads

I am a mother... unlike some
Who hold their babies in their arms
I am a mother... who holds her son
So close to her heart

I am a mother... some beg to differ
I am a mother... though some may not agree
I am a mother
Who’s child is no longer with her
But… I am a mother

I am a mother… who can only dream
Of the day she holds her baby
For the first time in her arms
But never lets him leave her heart

I am a mother
Far from my son
But I am a mother... who will never forget
The day she lost her first son

I am a mother... who dreams
Of a rocking chair in heaven
Where I will someday... hold him close
When he cries or when I kiss him goodnight

I am a mother who…
Instead of holding my son’s hand
For the first day of school
Holds onto memories
That will never come true

I am a mother...who visits a cemetery instead of a school
I am a mother… who will never see
What her child will grow to be
I am a mother who cries herself to sleep... sometimes
I am a mother who sometimes rocks herself
I am a mother who gets to wonder what would be
I am a mother who wonders... What would he be’?

Most of all… I AM A MOTHER

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