Parents of lost babies and potential of all kinds: come here to share the technicolour, the vividness, the despair, the heart-broken-open, the compassion we learn for others, having been through this mess — and see it reflected back at you, acknowledged and understood.
Thanks to photographer Xin Li and to artist Stephanie Sicore for their respective illustrations and photos.
We had two miscarriages in 2022, one after the other. May was our first due date… having a hard time. Not sure if writing helps or not. Moving through grief has been difficult.
The Month of May
There was a day the month of May Held joy and celebration
but came and went The feelings spent On joy and future planning
6 weeks went by When I asked why You couldn’t stay inside
And far to soon You joined the moon As a star up in the sky
Dear little one I hope you come To visit me tonight
I’d tell you dear To have no fear I’m with you all the time
The Month of May
There was a day
the month of May
Held joy and celebration
but came and went
The feelings spent
On joy and future planning
6 weeks went by
When I asked why
You couldn’t stay inside
And far to soon
You joined the moon
As a star up in the sky
Dear little one
I hope you come
To visit me tonight
I’d tell you dear
To have no fear
I’m with you all the time