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Baby Loss, a poem
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Baby Loss
Our dreams came true,
Our wishes granted,
When we saw that blue line,
We had so wanted you.
Growing a little each day,
I read up on names,
Pictured you in my arms,
Told friends you were on the way.
We started planning your room,
Browsing online for cots,
My belly starting to pop,
Twenty week scan coming soon!
But her face had said it all,
As her eyes searched the screen,
Asking if I felt you move,
Asking ’Did you fall?’
No fall, I said,
I thought I felt you?
Too early to tell, no?
But they said that you were dead.
Lost
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at eighteen weeks,
How was I to know?
Just one of those things they said,
I could barely speak.
He could never blame me,
Said I did everything right,
But it must be something I did?
Work? Stress? Brie?
I stand in the space,
Where your cot should be,
I never got to hold you,
To see your little face.
You can try again they said,
But my heart grieves for you,
My body may be healed,
But I struggle to leave my bed.
I gave you a handsome name,
But friends won’t speak of it,
Claim I never really knew you,
But I dream of you just the
How was I to know?
Just one of those things they said,
I could barely speak.
He could never blame me,
Said I did everything right,
But it must be something I did?
Work? Stress? Brie?
I stand in the space,
Where your cot should be,
I never got to hold you,
To see your little face.
You can try again they said,
But my heart grieves for you,
My body may be healed,
But I struggle to leave my bed.
I gave you a handsome name,
But friends won’t speak of it,
Claim I never really knew you,
But I dream of you just the
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same.
In time we may have another,
But not to replace you,
I will always remember my firstborn,
And tell any more of their brother.
By Sarah Jarman
In time we may have another,
But not to replace you,
I will always remember my firstborn,
And tell any more of their brother.
By Sarah Jarman
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