Broken-Hearted After Stillbirth
For nine months I nurtured you
But you were not mine to keep
You didn’t cry when you were born
But I was crying
In fact, I was screaming hysterically
The doctor tried everything to save you,
but it was no use
He told me you were stillborn
I said “No, she was born sleeping”
God had other plans for you
He needed another angel in heaven
Now my baby girl plays there with her toys
My womb is empty … so is my heart
FICTION WRITE for Broken-hearted Contest
Sponsored by Broken Wings
10-13-17
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