Poems on Miscarriage

RenSmartt · 10-04-2006, 10:37 PM

Anyone have some poems that they would like to share?

kerr · 10-05-2006, 12:30 AM

Ren I am so sorry about your loss. I posted a few weeks ago a poem about ectopic pregnancy loss. I think it is on page two now. Here is my first poem I found, I read it everyday and it always brings tears to my eyes. It has almost become a prayer to me:

No farewell words were spoken
no time to say goodbye,
you were gone before we new it
and only God know's why.

If tears could build a stairway
and memories a lane.
I'd walk right up to heaven
and bring you back again.
-Author Unknown

saluki_fan · 10-06-2006, 04:11 AM

Does Anyone Know?

Does anyone know what today should be?
Anyone else or is it only me?

Does anyone know how great today would have been,
If you would have come now, instead of then.

It seems people forget; to them it is just another day.
But for me, I just can't think of it that way.

My heart aches and I can't stop the tears.
I keep on wishing that you were still here.

Others just don't understand why, today, I mourn.
Today is a special day; the day you should have been born

In honor of my daughter, Brenna Rae
Born sleeping July 28, 2003
Author Heather Will

saluki_fan · 10-06-2006, 04:12 AM

A Ring

I wear a ring on my hand~
a never ending circle,
no beginning and no end.
A never ending circle,
symbolized by a golden band,

Stones of birth~
engravings of names,
all there to show the world
of a mother's worth.

January, September and Novemeber~
garnet, sapphire and topaz.
November and March~
to represent the babies that have passed.

A mother's ring I wear~
to complete my family circle.
Seven tiny jewels
carefully arranged with care.

A family made whole~
that sparkles and shines.
A family of stones,
only in jewels and gold.
A ring to show a completed family that is mine.

Author
Abby Canada~ March 2003

saluki_fan · 10-06-2006, 04:13 AM

The Shopping Trip
Linda Vicory

As I persue the aisles,
of the local store,
I see things more differently,
than I ever have before.

"Daddy's Little Angel",
the embroidered bibs do read.
But, Daddy's angel is in Heaven,
and bibs she does not need.

She does not need a bottle,
a dress or a toy.
Of buying those things for her,
we shall never know the joy.

There are tiny jars of baby food,
that she will never eat,
And shiny shoes with buckles,
that will never touch her feet.

As the bikes and trikes taunt me,
from high up on the rack,
Tears will break free from my eyes,
if I dare look back.

I run off to the restroom,
to blow my nose and cry.
I wipe my eyes, swallow hard,
and let out a sigh.

I must go face the paper,
college and wide rule,
That my little angel,
will never use in school.

I hurry past the greeting cards,
that the people chose with care,
And I am reminded,
of the holidays we shall not share.

In the checkout line I bow my head,
and heavy is my heart,
For the family right in front of me,
has a newborn in their cart.

Shopping in the local store,
used to be mundane.
Now every aisle's full of items,
which remind me of my pain.

So, quick as I can, I give the cashier,
the money from my purse,
And hurry away from those who don't know my pain,
in this foreignly happy universe.

saluki_fan · 10-06-2006, 04:14 AM

This link doesn't have poems, but does list a lot of articles that I have found very helpful:

http://www.silentgrief.com/articles/

saluki_fan · 10-06-2006, 04:15 AM

This link is just called "Share with Us" and has both articles and poems. I haven't perused it very well but wanted to share.

http://www.silentgrief.com/share/

kwannabee · 10-15-2006, 01:37 AM

This poem was read by my mom and sister at Aimee and Dana's memorial service a week after they died...they tweaked the words a bit to suit my two girls and i have to admit many lines often wandered into my mind as the time went by

but anyway, this here is the original...i'm very sorry for all the pain youre going through right now, God Bless....

A LETTER FROM HEAVEN

To my dearest family, some things I'd like to say...
but first of all, to let you know, that I arrived okay.
I'm writing this from heaven. Here I dwell with God above.
Here, there's no more tears of sadness; here is just eternal love.

Please do not be unhappy just because I'm out of sight.
Remember that I'm with you every morning, noon and night.
That day I had to leave you when my life on earth was through,
God picked me up and hugged me and He said, "I welcome you."

It's good to have you back again; you were missed while you were gone.
As for your dearest family, they'll be here later on.
I need you here badly; you're part of my plan.
There's so much that we have to do, to help our mortal man."

God gave me a list of things, that he wished for me to do.
And foremost on the list, was to watch and care for you.
And when you lie in bed at night, the day's chores put to flight.
God and I are closest to you....in the middle of the night.

When you think of my life on earth, and all those loving years
because you are only human, they are bound to bring you tears.
But do not be afraid to cry; it does relieve the pain.
Remember there would be no flowers, unless there was some rain.

I wish that I could tell you all that God has planned.
But if I were to tell you, you wouldn't understand.
But one thing is for certain, though my life on earth is o'er.
I'm closer to you now, than I ever was before.

There are many rocky roads ahead of you and many hills to climb;
but together we can do it by taking one day at a time.
It was always my philosophy and I'd like it for you too...
that as you give unto the world, the world will give to you.

If you can help somebody who's in sorrow and pain,
then you can say to God at night......"My day was not in vain."
And now I am contented....that my life has been worthwhile,
knowing as I passed along the way, I made somebody smile.

So if you meet somebody who is sad and feeling low,
just lend a hand to pick him up, as on your way you go.
When you're walking down the street, and you've got me on your mind;
I'm walking in your footsteps only half a step behind.

And when it's time for you to go.... from that body to be free,
remember you're not going.....you're coming here to me.
~Author~
Ruth Ann Mahaffey
©Copyright 1998

sarahandrick · 10-26-2006, 06:50 AM

I just had my second miscarriage (12 weeks) this week. I sometimes wondered if my husband feels the loss as intensely as I do. Last night he could not sleep knowing I was going in for the D&C today and he wrote this poem. It showed me how much he was feeling inside. I just wanted to share it with others because it expressed so much to me.

Who are you?
Who were you?
Why do I mourn you?
I never knew you.

Were you perfect?
No, we are all flawed.
You were, too.
He told me then he took you.
I do not understand.

It is not fair
To make me feel for you.
I never met you.
I never knew you.
I don’t want to cry
But I do.

Congratulations.
I am sorry.
Is there anything I can do?
There is nothing.
There is nothing at all you can do.

I will turn inwards.
I will take my time.
I will read.
I will grieve.
I will sleep.
I will cry.
I will move on.
I will never understand.

sarahandrick · 10-26-2006, 06:52 AM

I just had my second miscarriage and my husband wrote this for me today.

Who are you?
Who were you?
Why do I mourn you?
I never knew you.

Were you perfect?
No, we are all flawed.
You were, too.
He told me then he took you.
I do not understand.

It is not fair
To make me feel for you.
I never met you.
I never knew you.
I don’t want to cry
But I do.

Congratulations.
I am sorry.
Is there anything I can do?
There is nothing.
There is nothing at all you can do.

I will turn inwards.
I will take my time.
I will read.
I will grieve.
I will sleep.
I will cry.
I will move on.
I will never understand.

StormsDreams · 10-31-2006, 04:59 AM

The Shopping Trip
Linda Vicory

this poem Saluki....was hard to read....becuase it is scripted from my heart.....