Miscarried Love
(I can't explain it...why or how this came to me...well, I can in one word...God.......) For: E.R.J. You stop… Not wanting to get in the car (Wishing you could stop time) Not wanting to go for you are then admitting This is reality and you have to say goodbye So close— Then so fast Gone You think about the holidays, The kisses, The sweet handprints. You think about those first steps and That recognizing smile You think about the sweet distinct smell And those middle of the night feedings You think about holding your heart— Your world— In your arms Grasping your aching abdomen, “If I don’t go, it’s not real, they can’t take my baby!” Tears flowing. You ache to hear the persistent cries To clean muddy footprints off the freshly mopped floors Or to admire in frustration a mural on the wall. The doctor comes in Compassionate but No matter how many times he’s done this He will never understand the rush of emotions in the moment he says, “I’m ...