Friday, February 26, 2010

A friend sent me this poem. I am amazed at how its writer captured so well all the things I have been feeling and the questions I've been asking with my miscarriage.

To My Little One

I never felt you move, My Child,
So small while you were here,

Never saw your tiny fingers,
Never kissed your head, so dear.

But I felt your little spirit,
As it glowed inside of mine

The light and hope of your new life,
A gift from Father, divine.

And I wonder . . .

Will you yet come to us?
Return at a later date?

Or is your mortal visit done?
And do we have to wait?

To see you and to raise you,
To watch you laugh and grow.

I have faith that I’ll yet know you.
And I want you to know,

That I hug your siblings more tightly,
I kiss their little cheeks,

So happy that I have them,
Oh, the joy they bring to me.

And I will always be grateful,
That short as it seemed to be,

For a little while,
I held you inside me.

-Alisa Evans


Janeen said...

I felt the same emotions and questions when I miscarried. I remember holding tight to my other chidren, so grateful they are here. I am praying for you. I know how hard it is! Thanks for sharing the poem! Love you!

Brooke said...

That wasn't nice. Now I'm crying.

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Brie said...

This poem is beautifully perfect. I love it! I hope you're doing better these days... you really DO have a lot of people who love and care about you and always will. Give all of your kiddos a hug for me! As always, I miss you guys!