Friday, August 13, 2010

The Empty Room

This poem was written many years ago by my stepdaughter Amber.  She lost her oldest child when he was merely 2 years old, but his smile lives on in our all our hearts, and in Heaven.

What good is a bed where no one will sleep?
And an empty room where one person weeps?

What good is a shirt that no one will wear?
Attached to memories of someone not there.

What good is a toy with no one to play?
Where laughter once was, but did not stay.

What good is a book that sits unread?
Filled with words that are no longer said.

What good is a picture where no one smiles?
As good as a mother without a child.

By Amber Whitworth
Written for Seth 

10 comments:

  1. Beautiful poem, one feels the real and true emotion. Tragic and poignant.

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  2. Sam you are such a wonderful encouragment....:-)

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  3. carrie, it makes you wonder how anyone in so much pain could write so eloquently? as a mom myself, this broke my heart...
    how is she doing nowadays??
    so good of you to post this in her behalf :)

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  4. God bless him in heaven....a wonderfully written poem that made every hair on my body stand up!

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  5. I am sorry, I don't know if this is meant for everyone to read, but it is so beautiful, that I had to let you know it touched my heart. May God bless your stepdaughter and give her His peace.

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  6. Oh my! So sad and yet beautiful at the same time.

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  7. how very moving.
    I don't suppose the pain of losing a child ever really fades, no matter how long ago it was.

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  8. Thank you everyone for your kindness and care...it is appreciated very much.
    Amber has been an avid writer since she was a young teenager, and is very talented. I have been trying to talk her into starting a blog, but she is very busy with 3 girls. She is doing well....she just recently remarried to a wonderful man that treats her like a princess, and she so deserves it.

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  9. How very tragic that your step-daughter lost her son before he turned two. This poem gets into the pain, sadness. I know it is something she / you will never really get over. I am glad she has 3 daughters and a man who treats her like a princess!

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  10. Thank you Mary for taking the time to read it and your encouraging words, they are appreciated very much. :-)

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....and they lived happily ever after.....

....and they lived happily ever after.....
The End.