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After my most recent miscarriage, I have spent quite a bit of time researching the internet. I have spent quite a bit of time reading poems that deal with pregnancy loss. Here are my favorites.

2001 Tom Krause (used with permission)

Your fingerprints are on my heart.
Even though I never held your hand you touched me.
Even though I never heard you speak you taught me.
You taught me about love.
You taught me about caring.
You taught me about courage.
You taught me about faith.
You taught me about happiness.
You taught me about sorrow.
You brought me closer to my loved ones.
You brought me closer to myself.
In the time I cared for you, my how life changed.
Never to be the same again.
Because of you
I know I will somehow be stronger.
Because of you
I know I will be more prepared for life.
All this from tiny fingerprints
that touched my heart.
Because of this
you will live forever in my soul never to be
I will always love you.
You are my child.

In Memory Of...
-Author Unknown

You never said I'm leaving
You never said good-bye
You were gone before I knew it,
And only God knew why!

A million times I needed you,
A million times I cried.
If love alone could have saved you,
You never would have died.

In life I loved you dearly,
In death I love you still.
In my heart you hold a place
That no one could ever fill.

It broke my heart to lose you,
But you didn't go alone,
For part of me went with you,
The day God called you home!

-Christie Hoos

No sleepless nights, no 3 a.m. feedings
No good night kiss or storybook readings
No birthday cake in the shape of a car
No camping out and no wishing on stars
No trips to the zoo, no learning to skate
No "wash your hands mister", no "clean your plate"
No chicken pox, no meet the teacher nights
No best buddies, no sleepovers, no fights
No play dough, no pictures on the fridge door
No weekly allowance, no rules, no chores
No action figures all over the place
No reading about dinosaurs, bugs or space
No grass stains on elbows, no holes in the knees
No reminder to say "thank you" and "please"
No hockey try-outs, no rides to the mall
No band-aids and kisses after a fall
No calls to Grandma, no Father's Day card
Being your mommy is so very hard!
I wish I had known you for just a day
to have held you before you went away.
I miss you! - your face, your laughter, your touch...
I feel cheated! I am missing so much!
I miss your childhood - it would have been fun!
And I miss the man you would have become.
I'm missing a lifetime of memories.
When all the moms talk - I've got no stories.
I've got only dreams of how it would be
And wishes that you were still here with me.
I will spend my whole life thinking of you;
Loving you so much and missing you too!
Being your mommy has brought me such pain,
But you were worth it - I'd do it again!

Lost Love
-Debbie Gasparovich

I never got to see you,
My precious bundle of joy.
I never got to know you,
Were you a girl or a boy?
I never got to hold you,
And rock you to and fro.
I never got to kiss you,
Or count your little toes.
I never got to see your face,
Eyes open with a smile.
I never got to have you,
Even for a little while.
I never got to keep you,
I had to let you go.
I never got a chance to say,
I really love you so.

Just Those Few Weeks
-Susan Erlin

For those few weeks,
I had you to myself.
And that seems too short a time,
to be challenged so profoundly.
In those few weeks-
I came to know you.
And to love you.
You came to trust me with your life.
Oh, what a life I had planned for you!
Just those few weeks-
When I lost you,
I lost a lifetime of hopes,
plans, dreams, and aspirations......
A slice of my future simply vanished overnight.
Just those few weeks-
It wasn't enough to convince others
How special and important you were
How odd, a truly unique person has recently died
And no-one is mourning the passing.
Just a mere few weeks-
And no "normal" person would cry all night
Over a tiny, unfinished baby.
Or get depressed and withdraw day
after endless day. No-one would so why am I?
You were just those few weeks my little one
You darted in and out of my life too quickly.
But it seems that's all the time you needed
To make my life so much richer-
And give me a small glimpse of eternity.

Grief is like a River
-Cynthia G. Kelley

My grief is like a river,
I have to let it flow,
But I myself determine,
Just where the banks will go.

Some days the current takes me
In waves of guilt and pain
But there are always quiet pools
Where I can rest again.

I crash on rocks of anger
My faith seems faint indeed
But there are other swimmers
Who know just what I need

Are loving hands to hold me
When the waters are too swift
And someone kind to listen
When I just seem to drift

Grief's river is a process
Of relinquishing the past
By swimming in Hope's channels
I'll reach the shore at last.

It Was Only a Miscarriage

"It was only a miscarriage."
That's what they all said.
"Why are you so depressed and upset?"
"There will be others...
besides it was an early one, at that."
"It's not as if you felt life."
It was only a miscarriage--
pull yourself together.
Yes, it was early.
I'd only known for a few weeks;
But Life-- No, I didn't feel it
kicking inside me from that
other person.
I felt it leaping inside my own spirit!
Life--a new Life; God working wonders
within me!
It was awesome.
We waited so long.
We had such hopes and dreams
of kicks and getting fat and
wearing maternity clothes.
Expectations of joy and love and
happy moments together.
But it was all over too soon,
much too soon,
much too soon...
And they all said, "It was only
a miscarriage, you can have others.
You can try again,
You weren't that far;
It's not as if you lost a baby."
Well, what did I lose then?
I lost the potential of the full
becoming of a person
I lost the spirit of a child,
an adolescent, an adult.
My child.
What became of it?
Is it washed away forever,
never to count?
Should I count it?
Or should I listen to them?
It was only a miscarriage--
early at that
Pull myself together.
Somehow it was precious to me
No matter what they said.

In September

-Gwen Flowers
When cool breezes chase away the summer heat;
When children catch the school bus down the street,
And the first fall leaves drift softly to my feet,
I will remember.
And, In September,
When the skies turn from pale blue to cloudy grey,
And nothing we can do makes summer stay,
I will think of when you came, and went away.
I will remember.
It was September
When I got the news that brought me to my knees
And I begged the Lord to spare my child, please.
Then my hopes burst just like the bubbles on the breeze.
I remember,
That in September,
You came into the world so very small
When we knew you had no chance to live at all,
And you answered the angels gentle call.
Oh, I remember
That sad September
And how much I longed to keep you here with me.
But we knew in our hearts it couldn't be
And your little spirit struggled to be free.
And, I remember,
In that September
How I held you and loved that you were mine.
How I held you for a little speck in time
Then you left this world for one much more divine.
And I remember,
That in September,
Foolish people told us it was for the best
When we laid your tiny body down to rest,
And we mourned you, but we also felt so blessed.
This, I remember~
It was September.
Your life had so much meaning, I can see,
That you changed our hearts for all eternity,
And you left your prints forever on me
That September.
So I remember.

(Dorothy Dix Porges)
Dear Mother, in that country
To which your child has gone,
There are no scenes of sorrow,
No night succeeds the dawn,
But radiantly happy
For evermore they stay,
Who dwell among the angels,
Where tears are "wiped away."

Christ mourned at tomb of Lazarus
He realized the loss --
The darkness of "the valley,"
The shadows of the cross,
The bitter grief at parting,
The pain that mothers feel,
He wept, though he was ready
The human grief to heal,

Oh, there are tears for dying,
And heartbreak by the grave;
There's a loneliness and sighing;
But Christians should be brave,
For One who passed before us
Came back that we might see
That soul-life is eternal;
Let His your comfort be.

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