A friend posted this heart wrenching poem on her Facebook page some months back when she found out that her baby had died in utero in the final trimester, mere weeks before he was due to be born. It was her second loss. No modern day poem has made me cry as much as this one. She wishes to remain anonymous, but approved the sharing of her sad sad words with the world. My heart is with you my dear. You are brave and you are strong.
How do you love a person who never got to be, or try to envision a face you never got to see?
How do you mourn the death of one who never got to live? When there’s nothing to feel good about and nothing to forgive?
I love you, my baby boy my companion of the night.
Wandering through my lonely hours, beautiful and bright.
What does it mean to die before you ever were born, to live the lovely night of life and never see the dawn?
Ah! My son, you lived like anyone! Life’s a burst of joy and pain. And then like yours, it’s done.
I love you, Blake just as if you’d lived for years.
No more, no less, I think of you, the Angel of my tears.