Miscarriage

by Paul Hirst   Oct 25, 2018


We miss you
Your hands feet and toes your tiny fingers
The face we never saw imagined still lingers

All the dreams we had for you us three together mummy and daddy too
Now just two
No you

Freya Rebecca Ryan or Chris
Names we laughed over in those short weeks of bliss
Only tears now exist

No tiny heart beating
On mother's breast sleeping
Just weeping
No tiny hand to hold
No memories to grow old

Who would you have been
Our beautiful child unseen
Now an empty crib and tiny clothes
unworn
Just two hearts torn our baby unborn

We sit and cry
Forlorn

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  • 5 years ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Paul, so very sorry to hear of your loss. I cant begin to imagine how painful this must have been to write. Milly x

    • 5 years ago

      by Paul Hirst

      Its a lot of years ago x thank you

  • 5 years ago

    by Em (marmite)

    Oh Paul I'm so sorry... To lose a child is to lose a bit part of our lives isn't it?? X

    • 5 years ago

      by Paul Hirst

      Many years ago x but thanks

  • 5 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    Paul, this is so sad. We pin so many of our hopes and dreams on our children. To have them stolen seems a cruel fate.
    I found this a well written poem highlighting your journey and liss. I hope it helped to write this down.
    Take care.

    • 5 years ago

      by Paul Hirst

      It was a long time ago x thank you

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