May Days
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All our dreams were washed away
Like the rain that covered the ground that May day
Our hearts were filled with solemn grief
The hopes we had for you would cease
Like rushing water that cleanses the earth
The tears we cried ran down our hearts
Our faces are stroked on many occasions
And when we see a dreary day approaching
We remember when sweet Kuyper left us
A little about the poem
The Monday that I delivered our son Kuyper, stillborn, was a dreary, rainy May day. The night following his delivery, a horrible storm came through town. I fell asleep that night to the sound of rain and hail on the hospital window. In the days and weeks following I found rain a comforting reminder. Not only did it remind me of the actual day but it seemed to mimic the sadness of it as well. It was as if all of creation cried with us.
