Saturday, March 23, 2013

To the Child in my Heart.

Sculpture in Slovakia by Martin Hudáčeka (source)
To the Child in my Heart
Author: Unknown 

O precious, tiny, sweet little one
You will always be to me
So perfect, pure, and innocent
Just as you were meant to be.

We dreamed of you and of your life
And all that it would be
We waited and longed for you to come
And join our family.

We never had the chance to play,
To laugh, to rock, to wiggle.
We long to hold you, touch you now
And listen to you giggle.

I'll always be your mother.
He'll always be your dad.
You will always be our child,
The child that we had.

But now you're gone...but yet you're here.
We'll sense you everywhere.
You are our sorrow and our joy.
There's love in every tear.

Just know our love goes deep and strong.
We'll forget you never-
The child we had, but never had,
And yet we'll have forever.
This poem sits on my dresser. My mother-in-law gave it to me after losing two babies in 2011 and I continue to give it to other moms who have gone through miscarriage. I think it poignantly expresses the love of a mom and dad for the child they never got to know. And I've learned that grief is one expression of love. As it says, "You are our sorrow and our joy. There's love in every tear."

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