Such Sorrowed Grief

"I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) I am never without it.” - E. E. Cummings A growing sense of expectation built; The rabbit died, and we were on our way: A room prepared, a sweet commissioned quilt, A heartbeat on the ultrasound that day. Time passed, then came the devastating news; The drum of joy gone quiet on the field. The loss, so palpable, did much confuse; Completely caught off-guard, our senses reeled. How could the little life I'd never seen Evoke such sorrowed grief as I now felt? A hole both in our hearts and on that screen, An unexpected blow, like none ere dealt. Two daughters since, both precious girls to me, If she had gone full term, one might not be. [ Lost to Heaven - Child ] ---------- for the Writing Challenge- In My Heart- S Forms - Poetry Contest sponsored by Constance La France Written on 09/22/22