Tuesday, July 21, 2009


The roses sit atop her there
in fields of green where wildflowers bloom,
So pink and delicate and fair
they stand brave soldiers at her tomb.
To watch o’er her and company keep
as she lays just below the earth,
A cruel and unjust game of odds
ending her life so near her birth.
When did this world, once thought so warm
become a place where children die,
and mothers with their chests beat bare
scratch at the dirt and wail and cry?
The future had once seemed so bright
when dreams were dreamt through eyes naïve;
yet when now viewed through loss’s lens,
there is no happy dream perceived.
Could it be I’m that fortune’s fool
as penned in scene so long ago;
why meet her, love her, hold her near
to just be forced to let her go?
~Kristin Binder


  1. Now that, is poetry in it's truest form. I am making the journey to a friend's little girl's funeral tomorrow, where I have been asked to speak about their precious light of a child. The words "why meet her, love her, hold her near to just be forced to let her go" stirs my soul. So filled with loss and love...
    Roses...a friend had a beautiful butterfly pin made out of roses from the funeral of her son. She gave it to me in honor of my daughter, and she also had a bracelet made for herself. It is a treasured gift and something I didn't know could be done. Would you like me to send you the information on the lady who does this? Hope I am not overstepping here..

  2. mama grits, please do send me the info. I have a rose from peyton's funeral that is next to her picture in my living room. Maybe they could make something with it. thank you for you kind words about my poem.

  3. Beautifully written, Krissy.

  4. This is truly beautiful... a true tribute.

  5. I stumbled upon your blog thru ICLW. It has really touched and saddened me because my sister lost her daughter, my niece, after 21 days due to multiple heart defects. This was several years ago and she went on to have 2 beautiful sons. I can only imagine your grief because I watched my sister go through it. Just know that someone is thinking of you tonight and hoping that your heart aches a little less for even a moment. Your poem is beautiful.

  6. Hi again! I love your blog and would like to introduce you to my group of followers. Do mind if I upload one of your pics to my post?

  7. Thank you for the comment you left on my blog. I'm so sorry you loss your precious Peyton. She is so, so beautiful! It's really unfair. I wish she was with you in your arms.

  8. ICLW- Your poem is so powerful. My sympathy for your loss. She is beautiful.

  9. veronica lee, no I wouldnt mind, I would be honored. Thank you

    Lachlan's mum, I wish the same for you. Your Lachlan was so sweet, and I really feel for what you are going through. You have exhibited such strength in your most recent post about returning to work.

    Lupron Girl, Salma and Joye, thank you so much for your kind words and thoughts.

  10. This poem is beautiful and your posts are moving.
    You are telling your story while letting all your varied emotions out, keeping us all watching and waiting along with you as every day you search for the answer to the biggest question of all. WHY?

    I wish you the best. I am glad this blog has become the place where you can fully express your grief and find others to relate. All the best to you on this journey, however long it may keep you on.

  11. "...why meet her, love her, hold her near

    to just be forced to let her go?"

    Sigh. I'd struggled with that question for a longtime, myself.