Miscarriage | He is with Me all the Way

HE IS WITH ME ALL THE WAY

MiscarriageI delivered our sweet baby at home and we buried him here in our forest. This would have been our 12th precious baby. I have been writing a lot since I lost my baby. Here is a poem I wrote recently.

The sun shines brightly,
The sky is a deep blue,
Fluffy white clouds drift by
And then she looks in the mirror,
Notices how her shirt is not full,
How it gives the impression of a roundness.

Her hand touches that spot,
The roundness of the shirt . . . it flattens,
She imagines what it would've been like by now,
This week would've been 25 weeks,
The kicks and the squirms,
The dreams and excitement--gone with the touch of that spot.
Her breath catches in her throat
And there's that feeling again,
A sinking. A sadness.
Her face reflects it. And she remembers.
He's gone. In the arms of Jesus.
I'm here and I step forward.
He is with me all the way and all the time.

VERA LOUDEN, Canada

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Vera's two sons are pictured on the front cover of Above Rubies # 89.

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