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.
I am a Storytelling Poet bringing you personal pieces, cautionary tales, raw life, and hope. Every week I write + share poems about the stories we have all lived. I am also a Gardener + Wife, Mom, & Happy About It All. Founder of Birthday Observation Day. Biggest celebrator of life. Goats & chickens 4EVER (obviously). So, hello & welcome to the blog. And the garden. And the podcast. And the uncomplicated poetry that brings us all together. -S.V.F.
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