Undeniable Loss for My Child I Never Knew

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A mother’s miscarriage devastates a lifetime of dreams, not only weeks or months of an unbreakable bond.

My days belong in part to you My sweet child, I never knew

I can’t meet you, but I know I will When my final step ends, and I am still

I carry my wreckage unseen and unnamed With validation of pain, I don’t want to be shamed

I see the family you would have loved You are ever missing, body and blood

I accepted blame you never created Wanting answers, I forever waited

Grieving dictates the stolen dreams Time lessens my hidden screams

My heart saved a precious memory of you Beating stronger, I believe you knew

Till our day comes to finally embrace My love for you will never erase

Please read my profile article to learn more about me and enjoy more articles and poems.

f you enjoy reading stories like these and want to support me as a writer, consider signing up to become a Medium member. It’s only $5 a month, giving you unlimited access to all stories on Medium without ads. If you sign up using my link, I’ll earn a small commission.

Please support a fellow writer Pene Hodge and her story captivating Christmas memories.

POEM OF LOSS

Undeniable Loss for My Child I Never Knew

A mother’s miscarriage devastates a lifetime of dreams, not only weeks or months of an unbreakable bond.

Hello! I am Nicole.

Welcome to my profile — December 2021

A Tradition of Black Rum Cake at Christmas

Fond memories of Christmases' past