See-through Warming Oven
by Marilyn Seray
Tuesday, November 19, 2002
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In a see-through warming
Oven you slept quietly
While I said my good-byes
Your rounded form looked
Like a butterball turkey; legs all
Tucked in and crossed at your
Ankles, delicate wings at your
Please don’t leave me, not
Now, you just got here. It’s
Thanksgiving, and I want to
Hold you and be thankful
I woke up so happy to a strange
Face with compassion in her
She says you must go, and
I am to stay
Can you hear my sobs, are
You dreaming of bad thieves
Is your heart falling fast and
Heavy from aching
Nothing’s logical, they just want
To cook you in that see-through
Warming oven and have you for
It’s not fair
Stop them from crying; I can’t stand
To hear them anymore, STOP IT!
There’s Bright sunshine, but I am
Locked in a dark cold cellar with
My mouth wide open and nothing
Coming out but silent screams
© All rights reserved MS 2002
My heartache began on Thanksgiving morning…the day after the birth of my second
daughter. I was without her for six long, confusing, excruciating days.
What should have been a happy time, turned into an agonizing event as I stood there shaking at the nurse’s station when I checked out without my baby daughter. She was severely jaundiced and we were separated before I even got to hold her and rushed to a bigger hospital better equipped to handle such a serious case.
Prayers and promises were made to God; He listened and answered them all
This was almost 12 years ago, but when Thanksgiving comes around, I am reminded of those long days and nights, and instead of focusing on the devastation, I give thanks to God for letting me go and get her, and bring her home.
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|Reviewed by Debra Conklin
|I feel your pain and anguish. My daughter, was born with jaundice, as well and had to be put in a see-through oven, too. Being a first time mother, I was scared to death that she would not come home with me, ever. But, she survived it, as well, and is a thriving sixteen year old beauty. Debbie|
|Reviewed by The Gentle Man
|Marilyn this is a wonderul testimony of the love and power of God! Thanks for sharing!|
|Reviewed by Erin Kelly-Moen
|What pain you are sharing with us, Marilyn, how wrenching the days that make us remember heart-ache...kisses to the babe, (((hugs))) to you.
Tried to contact you, some of my messages and replies are not going through, not to worry, I had many little things in my childhood, just not Grandpa little things, thank you for caring, Marilyn! Lovely lady.
|Reviewed by Vicky Jeter
|Oh Marylin, thank you for sharing this. I am in Pre and Perinatal training to be an advocate directly to people going through traumas of this nature--learning to help people all through pregnancy and birth processes minimize the numerous potentials for trauma and maximize the joy through understanding. This is so telling and poignent. Also, thanks so much for introducing me to your Betty. I am honored.
|Reviewed by Kate Clifford
|No matter what the ending God is always there :-) Good write!|
|Reviewed by Sandie Angel
|Oh Marilyn! I was feeling so sad in the beginning, but when I read the ending, I was happy for you.
Very well-written emotional piece, kept this reader's interest from beginning to end.
Sandie Angel :o) / May Lu $*_*$
|Reviewed by Ed Lupinacci (Reader)
|I can't imagine the pain you felt
but i can touch a small part of it through this writing. I am glad it all worked out
|Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
|Marilyn, the very same thing happened to me when my second son was born, the empty arms are unbearable, he was so jaundiced he almost died, I so infected I almost died, we were separated two weeks and it was pure torture, I completely understand this poem. I'm so glad you and I both eventually got to hold them.|
|Reviewed by *********** ********** (Reader)
|So glad all was well in the end....A beautiful reflection on a time that must have been heart wrenchingly sad. Ty for sharing this, Dani|
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|So happy it turned out well! That was a scary time and the fact that it was close to thanksgiving day imprinted even stronger. Glad you wrote about it;-)|
|Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson
|I'm so happy the ending turned
There has to be a God?
|Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson
|my heart stopped until I read your note at the end...blessed happy ending|
|Reviewed by Roger Ochs
|Remember these loving ,tender feelings when she goes through the inevitable teenaged angst, sturm und drang.|