Xarriel Allana May
10:00 a.m. on Monday, September 19, 2011
Wallace Family Cemetery, Murfreesboro, TN
I carried you in hope,
The long nine months of my term,
Remembered that close hour when we made you.
Often felt you kick and move.
As slowly you grew within me,
Wondered what you would look like.
When your wet head emerged,
Girl or boy, and at that glad movement
I should hear your birth cry,
And welcoming you
With all you needed of warmth and food;
We had a home waiting for you.
After my strong laboring,
Sweat cold on my limbs.
My small cries merging with the summer air,
You came. You did not cry.
You did not breathe.
We had not expected this;
It seems your birth had no meaning,
Or had you rejected us?
They will say that you did not live,
Register you as stillborn.
But you lived for me all that time
In the dark chamber of my womb,
And when I think of you now,
Perfect in your little death,
I know that for me you are born still;
You were always mine,
You are mine now.
Death and life are the same mysteries.
Poem by Leonard Clark
Infant Xarriel Allana May's memory will be cherished by her parents, Zarrina Wallace and Julian May; her grandparents, Raysteina and Jerry Wallace, Greta and Maurice May and many other relatives.