A Miscarried Soul

A child, born or unborn is a magical creature, a love that is born and not found. They are the true essence of everything that is good and divine. You need not hold a child in your arms to want to protect them. You need not look at them to know you love them. And you need not birthed them to feel the loss when they are gone. In life we have a certain order. We are born, we grow, our parents die and our children grow. When that order is upset, our world comes crashing down.

Cry, morn your loss. You have lost something dear, you have lost a child. Something no mother should have to endure but sometimes must. You will love this child as you would any child you bear that grows to adulthood and you will cry for the times you never were able to experience with them.

Tell your child, as they rest in peace, that you love them, that you will see them and hold them one day. That you will miss them each and every day that passes and will never forget them.

Do not blame yourself for this loss. It is not your fault and when the time comes and you birth a child, tell them of their sibling. Each year that passes the pain will subside but do not feel bad for stopping at any moment and shedding a tear for the child you have lost.

Anon