Sierra V. Fedorko

Last Sunday was Bereaved Mother’s Day. It’s not a fun day, but it is an important one. With this poem, I want to honor the mothers who have or are experiencing the worst kind of pain to be found in motherhood.

If you have endured the ache and grief of miscarriage, I would love to know the name of your baby.  Share with me in the comments if you feel able to. I sincerely hope these words give voice to the pain you have experienced. You matter.  Your baby matters. You both are seen.