I miss that little angel face.
For in my arms, there's no better place.
But I guess the world didn't deserve your grace.
With your absence, I still mourn and pace.
You left my heart an empty space.
I'm still angry, I know it's wrong to say.
But I'll never understand why you took my baby away.
I'm good, I'm pure, and I pray.
Why show me true love, if it could not stay.
If this happened for a reason, please guide my way.
This is true pain, a wound that will always sting.
What desolation your loss still brings.
To your memories, I'll forever cling.
There is just no explanation for some things.
Like how soon my angel earned his wings.
(This poem is dedicated to a very close friend of mine. This is her story not mine. I wish I could better convey the true pain of her loss. Her son only lived eight short months on this earth. But the impact he made will live on forever. C.A.L, rip.)
To lose a child through a miscarriage is hard enough, but to know your child for a further 8 months after birth is awful and must inflict a pain that no one else can convey unless they have been unfortunate too.
To write this for your friend was brave and must have been tremendously difficult for you. You would have needed to place yourself in her shoes, or at least, within in your mind. How would that huge loss feel like. Imagining the tears, the fear, the knowledge that this loss would haunt you forever.
Well done for such a brave write and pass on my best wishes for the future.