The Miscarriage
By Janna Grapperhaus
"Products of Conception", he wrote, as if it were no loss at all
Yet as I held her in my hand, I marveled one so small
Precious babe, so frail, so still, tiny fingers and toes
You're the treasure I held in my dreams, though it seems no one knows

Cherished soul child, spirit so wise, beloved of my heart
The waiting seems forever, while we are yet apart
But in my deepest slumber, and in my quiet retreat
I feel the breath of your angle wings, hear the patter of your feet

Come back to me my little love and sojourn this life awhile
Gift me with your presence, that I may see your smile
Then I shall hold you tenderly, in love.s soft embrace
And at last, so joyfully, wipe the teardrops from my face.

With much love to Cody and Katie - my two little angles


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