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There once was a rosy tomato
Who fell for a russet potato,
     And coming together
     In unusual weather,
They created a baby topato.
I didn’t know how much I wanted to be a mother,
Until I met the man who would be a fantastic father.

Now I’m waiting for you little one to bring meaning to my life.
I never held you close or tight,

Or rocked you softly through the night.

No lullabies, no tiny cries-

Just shattered dreams and silent skies.



Twelve weeks along, and yet I knew,

You were my son, my heart, my view.

They said, “It’s early”, like that made

The ache less sharp, the loss less weighed.



But love begins before the birth,

In quiet hope and growing worth.

I pictured you with eyes like mine,

A life ahead, a steady line.



And then-just gone, no warning sign.

No reason, sense, or sacred sign.

They called it chance, they called it fate,

But none of that could change the weight.



I raged, I wept, I fell apart,

I mourned you with a mother’s heart.

Though tiny, still you changed my soul,

You made a space I can’t make whole.



Thirteen long years, and still you stay,

In thoughts that never drift away.

In quiet hours, when no one sees,

You rise again on every breeze.



No birthdays came, no toys, no shoes,

Just love-and grief I didn’t choose.

But still I say, with voice held high:

You lived, you mattered, and you lie



Beneath my ribs, within my chest-

A name the world can’t quite digest.

But I will say it, bold and true-

My son, my love, I carry you.
I tell myself, I'm not a mother,
In this lifetime, this plane.
Maybe in another.
I just quietly hold this pain.

But in my soul,
I held you whole.
My sweet little one, it hurt more than I can say to let you go.

As you lived in me once before,
I hope to feel your soul once more.
I'll cradle you and tend your little wings.
My heart it aches, for the promises of someday always stings.

I bled you out against my will,
I dream of who you could have been,
Or could be still.
A part of me was lost with you then.

One day, I hope to hold your tiny hand in mine.
Some day, I hope to hear your wanting cry.
One day, I hope to see your sweet green eyes shine.
Some day, I hope I'll never have to say goodbye.

I want to feel your heartbeat beneath my touch.
I want to sing you lullabies and hold you tight.
I want to give you the world, it would never be too much.
I want to chase away the darkness, wash you in the light.

I tell myself, I am a mother,
In this lifetime, this plane.
No whispers of maybe in another.
In the here and now.
It erases that old pain.
Those little wings will find me-
I know it somehow.

I know it somehow.
Sythin Voxe May 5
My whole life I’ve been afraid of tornadoes.
I remember the black widows
in the window well outside my bedroom,
and how afraid I was
they would make their way in.

I’d say I was afraid of heights,
and I live in the mountains.
Planes are still a no go.
Ladders make me tremble.
Roller coasters make me anxious.

My blood pressure raises
whenever I go to the doctor.
If a bill is not paid, I can’t sleep.
Highway, overpasses,
icy bridges,
and narrow dirt roads
make me tense.

Losing you is the worst thing I can think of.

But somewhere in there
above dentist offices and being alone at the mall,
but below submarines and black holes
is that little pink line.

When my period is late
and I sit there waiting
for the longest three minutes of the year.
When I start imagining how I’ll tell your mom.
When I imagine the look on your face.

And when the timer goes off
that moment of hesitation
that quiet before the torrent of emotion,
the anticipation that wells up under my diaphragm
the shivers down my spine
and the lump in my throat
for a single glance
To rip it all away.
Trying to conceive for 5 years now. No luck.
kokoro May 2
I want a Family
A baby inside of me
But what if we turn out like my family?
God,
what if my husband turns out to be like my Father?
What if my baby leaves,
What will I do?
Kyla Apr 23
"hi there,
I'm here to confirm your death
this is your last chance- speak now or forever hold your peace!"
(writes ‘patient lying in bed with eyes closed. no signs of life. identity confirmed.')

"i'm just going to perform a few tests
can you hear me? (she shakes them, inflicts one final pain)
does this hurt?"
(writes 'no response to verbal cues or supraorbital pressure')

"i'm just going to have a listen in to your chest"
their heart is finally still
not broken, or aching
lungs empty,
forever breathless
(writes 'no heart or lung sounds on auscultation, no carotid pulse on palpation')

“i’m just going to shine a wee light into your eye)
she pries open their lids and looks for life,
finds the same every time
empty tunnels gazing above
eyes wide open, taking in what comes next
what horror? what wonder?
(writes 'pupils fixed and dilated')

“that’s us all done now, they’ll take you down to the morgue”
uttered to a body waxy and fixed
often warm
hands held by so many
now forevermore empty
('death verified at/on')

and then-

she strokes their hair, the way their mother did as they were laid in her arms
gently closes their eyes
traces a cross on their foreheads
tucks them into their deathbeds
leaves them to sleep

God, have mercy, on this your child
for you know the life they lived,
you made and dreamed of them
be with those they left

God, be kind
I hope you are at peace
Be at peace
credits to geeky medics
Chloe Apr 17
Your baked cheddar scented hands
and your newly thinned feet
Your trimmed hair strands
and your smile with teeth
I grew you inside,
always my baby you’ll be,
if I can keep you young

A crooked, watchful smile
and shoes on wrong feet
Singing along
and bruises on knees
I’ve known you the longest,
always my baby you’ll be,
if I can keep you young

If you need a hand
walking along an uneven surface
or help falling asleep,
you’ll always know that I’m there
caring so deeply
I grew you inside,
always your mommy I’ll be
If only I could keep you young
your arms and legs kicked
your little heart was beating
on the ultrasound.
there was a lump in my throat.
i wanted to stay,
to lie in that cold, dark room
and watch you moving.
your dad has been excited
from the beginning
and i have been scared
my entire life
that i will mess this all up
and life will hurt you
the way it keeps hurting me.
but i will be brave
and do hard things to help you
because it's worth it—
and i hope you never know
how heart-wrenchingly,
how agonizingly far
i had to travel
to even begin to hope
that you could be mine
and that i could be your mom.
I hope you never wonder.
Week 11, Day 6. Baby is the size of a strawberry.
Timing couldn't be any worse
We were living in a makeshift flat
While barely making ends meet
But we always wanted a baby
So we were thrilled anyway

Yet life had other plans
Of loss and unbearable pain
As it does over and over again
My wife got pregnant and ended up having a miscarriage late 2023. It's a little over a year now, but it hurts like it happened just yesterday.
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