A sorry stack of papers filled with baby names
Some crossed out and more that should’ve came
Abandoned they lay, collecting dust
Pain ripples through the words we cannot trust
Words that said there is no heartbeat
Words that said there wasn’t anyone to greet
Sorrow and melancholy filled rooms for days
It stayed like a stench driving us into a craze
Cards and flowers in a heap
Too many times did we think and start to weep
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Author:
Cheesencrackers (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: February 20th, 2026 18:54
- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this for a friend of mine who had a miscarriage. I marked it as 18+ because the topic may be too much for younger people.
- Category: Sad
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