Baby Loss / Miscarriage
The loss of a baby is more than grief
An empty crib where starlight falls, A quiet echo in the walls. The world moves on, the clock still ticks, While grief and heavy silence mix.
I held a dream of what would be, Of tiny hands and eyes to see. But fluttered wings grew still too soon, Beneath a cold, indifferent moon.
No breath to meet the waiting air, Just perfect features, soft and fair. My arms are light, my heart a stone, The heaviest grief I’ve ever known.
I loved you long before you came, And whisper softly your sweet name. You slipped away, but left your trace, A phantom touch, a warm embrace.
A quiet soul, forever still, A void the world can never fill.
