Today I attended a breakout session called Making Poetry From Your Memories.  The assignment was to pull up a memory then pull 5 tangible items from that memory.  Once those 5 have been identified we were asked to add a few descriptive words to the words.  The following is the poem I created from a memory I had from an experience 7 years ago.  This is a different style of writing for me.  It is intimidating.  

The Zoo

Standing amidst the people

Busy, unaware people.

The handle in my hand

Worn and familiar.

Sipping the cool,

Smooth, sweet brew.

I hear the tone not knowing

The power and weight of the moment

She will not be. He is no more. 

The tone suddenly empathetic

Yet not comforting.

I am angry. Hurt.

The burden oppresses my former joy

I ponder the lost wonder.

The brew now bitter

Sharp, tart, and sour.

My grasp is ridged and strained.

The familiar is lost

Worn now seems damaged

Everything fell apart while I stood

Atop a stained and cracked floor.

On September 22nd, 2007 I received a phone call while I was at the zoo with Macy and Carlie that the baby I was carrying had stopped growing and had no heartbeat.  4 days later I miscarried our 3rd baby.  Lilly Pie is what I now know to be a Rainbow Baby.  She is the answer to my unanswered prayer.  She is everything I never knew my heart needed to heal.  She is the completion to our infertility story.