Miscarriage and Stillbirth Grief: Page 13

        POEMS 1:

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        You were my Child.

        Written by Michelle after her third Miscarriage.
        June 19th 1986
        Although I did not see your face
        nor hold you in my arms
        Son or daughter, I did not know
        you were my child, very real to me.

        So tiny and fragile within my womb
        you struggled to survive.
        Still slowly you tore away from me.
        You were my child, and you died.

        Though few understand, my grief is real.
        Although you were not born into this world,
        you were a life just the same.
        You were my child, you did exist.

        You were not a illness
        or a malfunctioning part.
        You were a child created of love.
        You were my child, now you are gone.

        Written on another day

        My heart is full of sadness,
        My arms long to hold you
        My lips to gently kiss you,
        But it will never be.

        You've gone to Heaven my child,
        but you live in my heart,
        and in my thoughts,
        and someday we will be
        together again.

        Written with kind permission.


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