Angel Of My Tears

The poem below was posted on my Facebook page and I wanted to share it with you all.  This made me think of the mom who recently posted in the discussion posts on For Moms Only about how hard it is when people dismiss your grief as being less painful because your child died in utero or very young.  I want you to know that most of us understand that we all loved our children long before they were born and that when your child died unborn or very young not only your child died but the dreams you had for your child's future.  I want you to know we mourn not more, not less, but with you.  Elissa Cara's Mom For Always
 
 
Angel of my Tears
How do you love a person who never got to be,
or try to envision a face you never got to see?
How mourn the death of one who never got to live.
When there's nothing to feel good about
and nothing to forgive?
I love you, my little baby, my companion of the night.
Wandering through my lonely hours,
beautiful and bright.
What does it mean to die before ever you were born,
to live the lovely night of life and never see the morn?
Ah! My little baby, you lived like anyone!
Life's a burst of joy and pain.
And then like yours, it's done.
I love you, my little baby,
just as if you'd lived for years.
No more, no less, I think of you,
the Angel of my tears.
 

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RememberKala
RememberKala

Tears streaming as I think of my Brice....lost to me at 5 months of pregnancy. When I was forced to buy a cemetery plot for Kala, I bought one for Brice too. His tiny head stone reads: \" Five months in my womb, forever in my heart\".

Yes, I love and miss the child I never knew....

Thank you Elissa for touching my heart and the hearts of so many mommy\'s who\'ve suffered this horrendous pain.
Livingjuicy
Livingjuicy

Such a tender reminder that every loss is so very significant and great. Time does not quantify those feelings and we do mourn together all of our children. Thank you for sharing this, Elissa as it speaks to me. In gratitude, Joanie