Infant mortality

Meningococcal Septicaemia slipped into our family life
One dark December night. He'd be thirty-three now,
If he'd lived, my son.
And meningitis more or less destroyed
Everything for us.
It is true that grief can last a whole lifetime.
Like after a scorched earth policy
It can  take decades for lthe land to recover
But we had our three girls
And had to make a Christmas for them.
Whilst we tortured ourselves with 'What ifs'
It's the hours, minutes, seconds, that matter
The GP was too late injecting the penicillin
Into his tiny, fractured over-heating body.
And so on the blackest of nights
we kissed him  goodbye and I carried him
to the mortuary.
All the time thinking of
Mid-Term Break,
The Seamus Heaney poem about his dead brother
the coffin "a foot for every year."
But Kieran was only weeks
And there would be no years. 





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John Marks

Wed 24th May 2023 19:11

Thank you Uilleam, Kate, John, Stephen and you Keith. Ben Jonson, over 500 years ago, wrote of the calamity that is, and was, infant death, even in an age when so many more children and infants died.

On my First Son
Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy;
My sin was too much hope of thee, lov'd boy.
Seven years tho' wert lent to me, and I thee pay,
Exacted by thy fate, on the just day.
O, could I lose all father now! For why
Will man lament the state he should envy?
To have so soon 'scap'd world's and flesh's rage,
And if no other misery, yet age?
Rest in soft peace, and, ask'd, say, "Here doth lie
Ben Jonson his best piece of poetry."
For whose sake henceforth all his vows be such,
As what he loves may never like too much.

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Stephen Gospage

Wed 24th May 2023 08:39

Bless you, John , and Kieran.

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John Gilbert Ellis

Tue 23rd May 2023 09:50

I’m sure that was hard to write down, let alone share. Still sounds raw to me. Thank you for sharing something so difficult.

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Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh

Tue 23rd May 2023 08:08


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keith jeffries

Mon 22nd May 2023 23:40

I am unable to press the like button. It is unbearably painful to lose so dear a son. There are no words.

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