Missed
My tummy started growing,
And the sickness came in waves,
I knew that I was pregnant,
It was very early days.
I checked each week's development,
Each stage my baby reached,
Overfilled with joy,
Because this baby was in me.
I passed the 12 week milestone,
Then shared the news with friends,
Having no idea at all,
My dream was just about to end.
Almost 14 weeks I was,
Least that's what I believed,
And then the news came at the scan,
The news that shattered me.
It seems my body tricked me,
And for months it hid the truth,
So I found it hard to understand,
To just accept the news.
I had no indication,
They say ignorance is bliss,
But I'd never heard the notion,
A miscarriage could be 'missed'.
"You sure you've had no bleeding?
And you've not had any pain?"
Those words have always haunted me,
Time and time again.
A rather harsh sonographer,
Then said without a care,
As she turned the screen to show me,
"There is now no baby there!"
To her perhaps a day job,
Not a loss that broke her heart,
But to me it was my baby,
And I'd loved him from the start.
He wasn't just a group of cells,
He would have had a heart,
It didn't beat for long,
Before the Lord made him depart.
But a person is a person,
Regardless of their size,
A little growing baby,
Leaves an imprint on your life,
He wasn't here for very long,
A moment within time,
But I carried him throughout his life,
I'll love him now through mine.
I never met my baby,
But I loved him from the start,
A moment in my womb,
And now a lifetime in my heart.
18.08.2020
Copyright © Aimee Williams | Year Posted 2020
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