In honor of National Poetry Month, here is a poem I wrote for the PAD challenge.
You started out smaller than I could see.
God knit you perfectly.
We saw your tiny heartbeat, white on the screen.
Then the day came. The doctor wanted to take you from me.
But she coudn’t.
Only God could.
We saw you. Almost smaller than we could see.
But we saw.
Your eyes. Your hands. Your feet.
I’m sure I saw your smile.
We buried you under your tree.
It’s blooming now for you to see.
If you were here, you’d be past 3.
We celebrate you on earth, but one day we will celebrate you there,
- Miscarriage: My Story (Part 2) (wifemomandmore.wordpress.com)