Miscarriage

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