Birth After Miscarriage

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Your Birthday

In 2008, I experienced the loss of my first child through miscarriage. I never had the chance to see your face or know if you were a boy or a girl. To hold onto you, I named you Aurora. Today would have been your birthday, and you would be turning fifteen. Though we couldn’t be together here, know that my love for you has never faded. When we finally meet, you’ll receive all the hugs and love I’ve longed to give you.

Your Birthday

The calendar turns, a cruel, indifferent page,
Marking a day unseen, on life’s unfinished stage.
A day of dreams, of what could have come to be,
A tiny soul, a birthday meant for thee.
My womb, once a haven, a cradle warm and bright,
Now holds an emptiness, a silent, shadowed night.
No cooing laughter, no tiny fingers curled,
Just echoes of a future, lost within this world.
But love, like light, transcends the body’s hold,
A whispered promise, a story yet untold.
You bloomed a fleeting while, a bud unseen, yet known,
A cherished thought, a love forever sown.
The world may not have known your smile, your touch,
But in my heart, my love, you mean so much.
A silent tear may fall, a pang of what could be,
But hope still whispers, “Though unseen, you’re free.”
This day we’ll mark you, with love that will not fade,
A birthday whispered, a memory gently made.
For though you’re gone from sight, an angel in the sky,
My love for you, my child, will never, ever die.

Silent Whispers Turned to Dread

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Silent Whispers Turned to Dread

A tiny bud, a dream unseen,
Took root within, a verdant sheen.
My body bloomed, a vessel warm,
To nurture life safe from the storm.

But silent whispers turned to dread,
An empty echo where hope once tread.
The fragile bloom began to fade,
A hollow ache, a love betrayed.

Tears fall like rain on barren ground,
A symphony of sobs resound.
My arms reach out, a grasping plea,
For what I held, I cannot see.

The world moves on, a careless beat,
Oblivious to this crushing defeat.
But in my heart, a love remains,
A whispered name, etched in the rains.

Though grief may linger, sharp and cold,
A tiny seed in memory holds.
I’ll learn to dance with loss and pain,
And hope one day, love blooms again.