I wrote this poem in 2015 and shared it on my other old blog for National Pregnancy and Infant Loss Remembrance day and I wanted to share it again on my new blog this year.
I know this little poem doesn't even begin to tell of the suffering and heart ache that women go through from a miscarriage, but this is my own little way of remembering those women, many of whom are friends, and praying God's comfort and peace for them as they are probably remembering today, too.
I have not experienced a miscarriage yet myself, but now being married, I do know what it feels like to have false hope. There have been more than one occasion that I thought, maybe even just for one day, that I was actually pregnant only to discover that I was not. To think, even for a little while, that I may actually be carrying life in my womb only to have that dream crushed and hope destroyed is heart rending. So how much more heart ache for the woman who knows she is caring life and looking forward to the day she will hold that child in her arms at last, when suddenly that little one is taken away. This little poem, though poorly written and not nearly expressing everything it should, is written for those friends.
Tiny little toes, tiny little fingers,
Tiny little ears, Tiny little mouth.
Little child, little baby,
I’ll never watch you grow any more.
You’ll never see the light of day.
Never see the moon at night.
Never hear the lullabies I wanted to sing you,
Never fall asleep in my arms,
Never cue, never laugh, never smile,
Not on this earth anyway.
You went to the father’s home too soon,
Or so it feels that way.
There were stories I was going to tell you,
Memories we were going to make.
There were adventures we were going to have
And lessons I was going to teach you.
You were supposed to grow into an adult some day
Or so I thought it was supposed to be that way.
But God has different plans,
Different dreams for your little life.
He formed you and made you,
But only for the womb to live and abide for a time.
But you died and God took you home
And I cried because I could not understand.
I had waited and I had longed
For the day we would meet face to face.
But God has different plans than mans.
Why did God give you life for such a short time?
Why did he make you, only to take you home?
That is something I may not ever understand.
I love you little one,
And some day I will hold you again,
But this time in my arms and not just in the womb,
But waiting sometimes feels so long.