"Miscarriage"
This word has a very grief-stricken heavyweight to it.
It is something beyond comparison.
One cannot justify the pain or trauma it leaves behind in a family, especially to a mother, who bears it all.
Just sharing a poem, about how it made me feel back then in the year 2016, (trust me it feels the very same way today too) when I miscarried my own.
I hadn't even caught a glimpse of you
You didn't even have a beating heart
As I knew you were in me
You were already my body part
Conceivably then was not your time
Perhaps God had different plans inline
My heart broke
Seeing you break
Seeing you tear apart
My soul grieved for the loss,
I was hurt & heartbroken
Yet no aid till date
A scar in my heart
Forever as we were meant to be apart
I wonder who you would have been
A sister or a little brother
I wonder what I would have named you
Something traditional, fancy, old or new?
Would your eyes be like your father?
Your smile that would have shined brighter?
I'm still not ready to let your memory go
My heart sinks deeper than you'll ever know
A scar for a lifetime
You'll forever be etched in the heart of mine
I love you
Unconditionally
Grief-stricken Momma
(2016)
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