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Google search: What happens During a miscarriage? A friend asked For encouraging words, I didn't have enough. I don't know what it's like To lose your own Flesh and blood. All I know Is what it's like To lose you. After I comforted Her with words That could never be enough, I thought Of Your eyes. We used to whisper About our future - Predicted the faces of newborns. I've dreamt about Our false Daughter. Her caramel skin: Ecuadorian Soft brown eyes: Similar to yours She's real. In another lifetime, In a parallel universe, She's real. Perhaps all the children Who were meant to be But never were Are in the same space. The many who appear Through exciting Positives. And the few who Never get The chance.
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Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 12:06 AM UTC
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Google search: What happens During a miscarriage? A friend asked For encouraging words, I didn't have enough. I don't know what it's like To lose your own Flesh and blood. All I know Is what it's like To lose you. After I comforted Her with words That could never be enough, I thought Of Your eyes. We used to whisper About our future - Predicted the faces of newborns. I've dreamt about Our false Daughter. Her caramel skin: Ecuadorian Soft brown eyes: Similar to yours She's real. In another lifetime, In a parallel universe, She's real. Perhaps all the children Who were meant to be But never were Are in the same space. The many who appear Through exciting Positives. And the few who Never get The chance.
For a friend and myself "10-25% of all clinically recognized pregnancies will end in miscarriage." I wrote this very late last night. I know there isn't a lot of structure to it, but a lot of my heart is in it. I've truly dreamt about her. And I will never get the chance to meet her.
#love#loss
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Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 12:06 AM UTC
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