(Rainbow dreams come with warning.)

Our Rainbow Baby

She’s my significant other, my wife,
my sunlight in this storm still raging.
As facing life lost with no compromise.

A miscarriage … not always of justice.
Sometimes, of fortune or good intent,
or, of heartbeats’ spontaneous end.

Unanswered questions now torment,
as debilitating grief now develops;
so much disbelief envelopes us still.

Sadness, bitterness, hatred to whom?
Do we succumb carrying that weight,
or, nudge it aside (but not behind)?

She and I, we’re traversing this divide.
So dark, but she sees the other side …
using light, past the storm and clouds.

That light, for her, guides the way,
with subsequent dreams of rainbows.
Suddenly, thinking of new beginnings,
of what’ll be, not what might’ve been.

Rainbows in dreams come with warning.
If approaching them still in mourning,
they become elusive, and back away.

So … time to accept, corral the grief.
The storm is over … look what I see,
a rainbow moving toward her and me.

We enter the prism of light and color,
to see what this realm might conceive.
Our rainbow baby was born today,
in rainbows and miracles we believe.

Rob Spina

Also at:  http://www.courageousmothers.com/2017/10/17/our-rainbow-baby-poem-by-courageous-father/