Warmth By Miranda Proctor
The heart monitor spoke of life
Yet, his newborn son lay with death near, rumpling cold sterile sheets.
The gift of existence wouldn’t suffice,
So he picked up his acoustic guitar.
Strums evoked a blackbird, wings broken.
The heart monitor’s steady beep hid behind the notes.
All the while, he wouldn’t think about how his wife
Would never fly again.
Instead, he serenaded his four-day old son.
You were only waiting for this moment to be free, he sang.
And once the last note gave way to silence
He put down his guitar.
Life echoed in the silence
Between the beeps.
The cold hush
Whispered to him,
Urging him to free his son
From the cocoon of tubes and wires
So he could be swathed
In the unique stillness before eternal sleep.
For that marked the difference
Between life and existence,
Wrapped in his father’s arms
Just once, just once,
Before his blackbird folded his wings
And succumbed to the night.
Go to sleep now,
Little fighter, he told his son
As he passed him on
To waiting hands above.
I wrote this poem as a response to the terrible loss Chris Picco suffered. This poem is based on the video of Chris Picco singing ‘Blackbird’ to his newborn son, Lennon, hours before his death (at an age of four days old). Chris had lost his wife, Ashley, a few days earlier when she passed away in her sleep. Chris granted his son the gift of love during his short life by singing to him and then cradling him in his arms for his last few hours on this earth.
If you would like to view the video, click on the link below:
Life is precious. This photo shoot reminded me of how grateful I am for the life I live. But again, as implied in the poem, life isn’t about how long you live—its about how you experience it. Chris Picco not only gave life to his son, but showed him what love truly was in those last few moments. Life is love and love is life.
That’s why I choose to live my life by filling it with the things I love—hence the combination of fashion and literature in my blog. Sometimes it’s not that simple, but I hope everyone finds a way to live their life the right way, instead of merely existing. So I urge you to do whatever it takes to find the little moments in life and spread the love.
Love must be sincere.
Stay Unique and Spread the Love,
Thank you for reading,