Love Poem: Miscarriage
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Written by: Elizabeth Kinch

Miscarriage

My little seed in its soft pod.
My little egg fertilised by love.
Splitting and dividing.
A little gift from up above.

My little silver blackberry of cells.
Floating like a balloon.
My body getting ready for you.
I'd hold you in a cocoon.

My little sprouting bean.
Little buddy arms and legs growing.
Little heart beating.
My love overflowing.

My little fish,
In your bubble of water.
I still couldn't feel you.
My sweet darling daughter.

My body kept you warm.
My body helped you grow.
Everything was wonderful.
Little did I know.

Something happened my baby girl.
At fourteen weeks I miscarried you.
My womb empty, baby gone.
I loved you.
Love you still.
Just wish you'd grew.