Miscarriage;

My dear daughter,

I would have been your mom and you would have been my very own,

You could have been the light of my life and you'd be beautiful like sunset,

You would have been the peak of all my days and my world would have revolved around you my Zuba,

But I lost you before I ever even had you;

They say time is the best healer but it has been unkind to me.

She reminds me of all our milestones,

your first heartbeat, the first few times you kicked,

That moment they told me you were gone.

There’s not a day you don’t cross my mind and time twists what little I have of you like a knife,

Like I said before, she's been unkind.

They say time is the best healer but it has been unkind to me.

She never stops reminding me I couldn't shelter you long/well enough to bring you into the world ,how could I ever protect you from its dangers?

I can't remember you right because I don't even know your face,

You never got to wrap your tiny hand over my finger,

I never got to braid your hair or shuffle through life beside you,

It tears me apart that I don't have memories with you but I'd like to think Heaven is taking better care of you than I would have and in that I find solace .

Ilife hasn’t been much since you slipped away from mine but I want you to know you’ll always hold a special place in my heart and my art.

With love,

Your mother.