Miscarriage.Not a question but a poem for anyway suffering , or who knows someone who is suffering!?

Question

I am a Mother

To the outside world
I'm not a mother
I have no children clinging to my arm or running to greet me or throwing tantrums in supermarkets aisles
I'm not even a mother on paper
BUT I AM

In a silent world of “I love you's” and absent cuddles
My little one is
she'll always be my baby even as the years go by

She won't grow like other girls in height, strength and mind but she'll grow with love, that I can give even though she isn't in sight

So please don't think of me as a single or married woman but as a mother with a sleeping baby for that is what I am

Answer 1

That's a beautiful poem. It's touching because you can tell that it was written with love. You can also feel the writer's pain. Thank you for sharing.

Answer 2

That was so beautiful, thank you.