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. And to make me sound a bit more human, I am a Gardener + Wife/Mom/Happy About It. Also, GOATS 4EVER. If this discredits me as an artist, well, I don't know what to tell you! Welcome, anyway! I look forward to sharing with you.
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