Sperm and egg collide,
Life begins in my uterus.
Part of me--part of you,
Hopes and dreams frolic.
Raging river of embryonic blood
Washes away our precious gift.
Betrayal of my body,
Dissolving faith and fealty.
Folded blanket in an empty cradle,
Pictureless album of childhood.
No grave to visit with grieving flowers,
No tombstone to decorate.
Friends tell me I'll have another child
As if this baby is replaceable.
Please don't diminish my suffering
With your well-meaning words.
Sitting in my rocking chair
Feeling overwhelming loss.
Attending a support group,
Sharing my reciprocal story.
Exhaling my emotional pain,
Inhaling understanding and comfort.
Reconstructing my faith
With hopeful tears.
I choose to grieve. I choose to mourn death.
I choose to find meaning in my suffering.
I choose to celebrate life.
Melissa writes about the God and human connection and condition.
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