Midnight stalked my soul

Sixteen years ago

I doubted I'd ever survive

Thought my heart would never heal

When our boy Kendi died

Every day turned dark

Midnight stalked my soul

Even time down by the sea

Couldn't stop the tears fall

Hope was swept away

My breath caught in my chest

Days interminable

The greatest of life's tests

The only relief I found

Was bathing myself in music

Singing my tears away

Brought relief therapeutic

All these years have passed

But still the hurt is raw

I'm mother to my girl

But also four boys more

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I didn't know that I was going to write about my baby boys who died before birth when I started thinking about music, but somehow it happened. Grief is a strong emotion right now in this first year since mum died and the grief of the boys has become greater as a result. It's good to be able to write to process some of this