Your hands, big enough to hold a grain of salt,
And my whole heart
Reliving this nightmare every month
with unwanted visits from "Aunt Flow".
The lining of my womb, shedding,
Like the tears down my blushed cheek.
"You were only 6 weeks"
As if that makes a difference.
I am still weak with despair.
So sad for the pair of feet that never touched the ground.
The hands that never held my own.
The family I pictured would never be
All because you died inside of me.
I am glad that you will at least never experience sadness,
As I carry all of yours too.
Until I see you again,
Please wait for me, my baby.
~SJ~