My mum had a still birth and 2 miscarriages before i arrived.
She longed and craved a baby, and i just didn't live up to her dream.
She'd cry everyday, saying how small and perfect baby archie was, and how unfair the world was, for letting her baby die.
She ruined my childhood with her grief, and i've no idea how i'm meant to feel about the brother i never met.
This poem makes me feel guilty for the way i've thought about babies who never lived. I struggle to see why people are so sad about it, i do try to emphasise with it, and your beautiful poem brought a tear to my eye.
I'll never forgive my mum for neglecting me emotionally, but i'll never forget the pain she carried to the grave.