Alisaura
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They had such hope, such joy
Anticipation, clothes and toys
Photographs and a film crew
(I came in halfway through
didn't know the title and the ending)
I hoped too, happy
An uplifting, triumph-against-the-odds piece...
I thought.
After so long, success... the day arrives
Complications, problems, surgery, so many doctors!
Mother and child touch only a moment...
"Trouble breathing... oxygen,"
From womb to world then plastic box
Parents ever hopeful watch
(Still the film crew films)
In vain. She dies.
The father's arms...
Grief and grief - weeping and tears
(on both sides of the screen)
They keep her, the babe that barely lived
They bathe her
- so still, little limbs wafting in the water
They clothe her, they show her to family and friends
She is held and cuddled, passed around, tucked in
But she feels none of it, sees nothing
Eyes barely opened before forever closing
They take her home from hospital
But she is dead!
(Is it sick? Is it closure?)
Their daughter is not this sack of blue flesh.
For a week they pretend she lives
Before the funeral
Finally the priest, the mourners
Finally the coffin, the crematorium
Finally the sad awful inescapable reality
Christened by the tears of the mother
Lay the little body down, at last
Consign her to the flames, let her go.
.............
(just to prove U2 isn't the only band I can swipe lyrics from)
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if you listen to the motion of the wind in the mountains
maybe you can hear them talking like I do...
(Icehouse - Great Southern Land)
[This message has been edited by Alisaura (edited 05-16-2001).]
Anticipation, clothes and toys
Photographs and a film crew
(I came in halfway through
didn't know the title and the ending)
I hoped too, happy
An uplifting, triumph-against-the-odds piece...
I thought.
After so long, success... the day arrives
Complications, problems, surgery, so many doctors!
Mother and child touch only a moment...
"Trouble breathing... oxygen,"
From womb to world then plastic box
Parents ever hopeful watch
(Still the film crew films)
In vain. She dies.
The father's arms...
Grief and grief - weeping and tears
(on both sides of the screen)
They keep her, the babe that barely lived
They bathe her
- so still, little limbs wafting in the water
They clothe her, they show her to family and friends
She is held and cuddled, passed around, tucked in
But she feels none of it, sees nothing
Eyes barely opened before forever closing
They take her home from hospital
But she is dead!
(Is it sick? Is it closure?)
Their daughter is not this sack of blue flesh.
For a week they pretend she lives
Before the funeral
Finally the priest, the mourners
Finally the coffin, the crematorium
Finally the sad awful inescapable reality
Christened by the tears of the mother
Lay the little body down, at last
Consign her to the flames, let her go.
.............
(just to prove U2 isn't the only band I can swipe lyrics from)
------------------
if you listen to the motion of the wind in the mountains
maybe you can hear them talking like I do...
(Icehouse - Great Southern Land)
[This message has been edited by Alisaura (edited 05-16-2001).]