Joshua Sutherland Allen

Joshua Sutherland Allen

Sunday, October 12, 2014

A Sonnet to My Wife, the Mother of My Child

We’ve heard it said that loss of child divides;
That couples who have borne this grief together
Oft drift apart, forgetting how abides
A love made stronger in those who weather
Adversity, who strengthen one another
To rebuild hope despite enfeebling pain;
The only self they have is father, mother,
Bereft of child, by weeping driven insane:
Unbreakable bonds of husband and wife
Are shattered by the broken, death-wrenched bonds
Of parent to child, cut by child’s lost life.
I know these truths, but still my heart responds:
   We are not they, my love.  We’ve ridden tides
   Of joy and loss, but still our love resides.


  1. This is a very beautiful, and deeply loving and affirming, poem. I especially love the closing lines. Those who keep their hearts open as they walk through the fire emerge even more loving. Bless you both - hold onto each other. I am so pleased to know that "still our love resides."