I didn’t get to see you grow in my tummy
Or listen to your very first heart beat.
I didn’t get the chance to feel your first kick
Or the chance to birth a beautiful baby.
I didn’t get a chance to hold you, meet you, or even kiss you but I love you & I miss you πΆπΎπ
- Author: B.rod ( Offline)
- Published: June 6th, 2022 02:52
- Comment from author about the poem: Experiencing a miscarriage has been the hardest thing Iβve ever dealt with. Each day I think about my baby & pray they shall return ππΌ.
- Category: Sad
- Views: 12
Comments3
A terrible thing to experience, surely. The strangeness of being alive before birth, and then not there. A sensitive write B.
what a beautiful dedication
'I believe
in the interconnectivity of all matter
and that somehow, someway
these words, you've shared
of inked yearning and sincere emotion
will be delivered, to that vassal of hope
you once awaited and now, carry
with you, in each Brave breath
of life'
stay strong! dear poet
(I'm so sorry for the unimaginable, hurt
you've experienced
and I laud, your capacity
to evolve your pain and suffering
into empathetic words
of comforting poetry
to soothe and support
others who may be going through
that same suffering
as they come across your words)
Well written.
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