When You Were Inside of Me...
How can it be that yesterday
The budding flower of you
Lay nestled and protected
Beneath my beating heart,
But today, you are no more?
Was it only a dream I had of you
Or was it really true?
Hidden inside of me,
Where no-one else could see.
Was it true you called me Mama
And I called you My Pet?
No bigger than a pencil point,
A tiny little miracle,
You began your life in me,
Not a blob of tissue, not some cells I could ignore,
How could I explain to others that you were so much more?
I loved you in the beginning, in the middle and in the end,
I stroked your cheek to keep you calm,
I counted your toes, I tickled your chin,
And cradled you in my arms,
When you were inside of me.
I read you stories and sang you songs
And bounced you on my knee.
I whispered your name in my sleep,
Your little face filled my dreams,
When you were inside of me.
Don't ask me to wake up this morning
How I hate this day,
Your screams and cries are all I hear.
There is no life within me.
They have stolen you away.
No, I will never be the same
No matter what they say,
You cannot be replaced.
You will never be forgotten.
For when they took you from me
They took away my heart.
Will you know me when I get to heaven
Will I know you, My Pet?
Does the sun rise in the morning
In the evening, does it set?
You, my darling baby,
I never will forget.
Do you search for me sometimes
Wondering where am I?
Does God our Father comfort you,
When you begin to cry?
Does your guardian angel read you stories
And bounce you on his knee?
Does he tell you how I loved you
When you were inside of me?
Will he hold you to the window
to watch and wait for me?
Will he tell you when I'm coming
Will he let you run to me?
Do you remember how I loved you
When you were inside of me...
Note: This poem is an original work written by me and lovingly dedicated to the many women who have lost their babies through abortion and miscarriage and who will never be the same. Also dedicated to my own little one, lost in the fifth month of pregnancy.
May God comfort and heal the many mothers (and grandmothers) who lost their babies before they ever got to hold them in their arms.
