Thursday, January 18, 2007


My friend Krysten pointed me to this poem and I thought I'd share this with all of you. I know some of my readers have had pregnancies end before their time and I hope they like this poem. Like Krysten, I also like the part about what might have been. That's the worst part about losing a baby. You'll never know what might have been.

How do you love a person
Who never got to be,
Or try again to see 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, little baby.
You're a person of the wind,
Free to be the memory
Of all that might have been.

I love you, little baby,
My companion of the night,
Wandering through my lonely hours,
Beautiful and bright.

What does it mean to die before
You ever can be born,
To live the lovely night of life
And never see the dawn?

Ah! My little baby,
You lived like anyone!
Life's a burst of joy and pain,
And then, like yours, it's done.

I love you, little baby,
Just as if you'd lived for years.
No more, no less, I think of you,
The angel of my tears.


canape said...

Thanks for sharing that, Amy. It's beautiful.

Erika said...

That really is a moving poem. Thanks for sharing it.

Holly said...

Awesome poem! I hope it helps bring you peace. May this be one more thing that gets you a step closer to what is in your future - happiness, love, and the health & life of a new baby!

KD said...

Your poem is beautiful! It really sums up exactly how I feel.

MomOf3 said...

Wow! This is beautiful. :)

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