It’s always hard and heart-breaking for an expecting couple to lose their baby. The death of one who has barely lived leads to seemingly infinite questions, tears, doubts, and the darkest of thoughts, episodes, and emotions. Words and poems about miscarriage, however – whether written, spoken or read by one who has loved and lost – can be cathartic, enlightening, and encouraging, especially when strung together superbly to form a poignant piece. As the German writer Johann Wolfgang von Goethe said, the advantage of the written word is that “it lasts, and can await the time when it is allowed to take effect.”
May these twenty-one poems about miscarriage that radiate sincerity and sympathy, and speak from the heart, help you move on and remind you that you are not alone in your journey of hope, healing, and parenting.
21 beautiful poems about miscarriage
1. A Heartbeat in Heaven
Time has allowed me to feel joy again,
but I know I’ll never be the same.
Losing you left a hole, an ache, and a horrible pain.
I have wept and wept, yet still break down.
A dream was lost, your heartbeat silenced,
my world was frozen without sound.
The dark shadows of grief
have consumed a whole year of my life.
My husband has watched me
cry and battle depression, instead of being his wife.
As we approach that daunting day,
that joy was ripped out of me and taken away.
I have to remember that you are home to stay,
with a heartbeat in heaven, where you will forever play.
2. So Wanted, So Loved
By Katie C
Though I only saw you as an image on a screen,
I still love you, with every inch of my being.
Today is the day you were meant to be here,
and I have shed many, painful, tears.
Dad and I miss you every day.
We wish we could have been with you
as you journeyed on your way.
We wish we could hold you,
and kiss you, and say,
“We love you, our child, every day.”
Our hearts have been broken, but it left not a scar
Just the sweet little handprint you left on our heart.
Daddy, please don’t look so sad.
Mummy, please don’t cry.
‘Cause I’m in the arms of Jesus
and He sings me lullabies.
Please try not to question God,
don’t think He is unkind.
Don’t think He sent me to you
and then He changed His mind.
You see, I am so special
I was needed up above.
I’m the special gift you gave Him,
the product of your love.
I’ll always be there with you,
so watch the sky at night.
Find the brightest star that’s gleaming,
that’s my halo shining bright.
You’ll see me in the morning frost
that mists your windowpane.
That’s me, in the summer showers,
I’ll be dancing in the rain.
When you feel a gentle breeze
from a gentle wind that blows,
That’s me! I’ll be there,
planting a kiss upon your nose.
When you see a child playing
and your heart feels a little tug,
That’s me! I’ll be there,
giving your heart a special hug.
So, Daddy please don’t look so sad.
Mummy please don’t cry.
‘Cause I’m in the arms of Jesus
and He sings me lullabies.
4. 6 Weeks
By Lacie Lederman (Lacie LaRae)
I’ve never loved someone so quickly
and lost them just as fast.
The pain, you’d think, would be fleeting
but in fact it’s worse and longer-lasts.
The connection is inexplicable,
incomparable to any I’ve known.
The hollowness that’s been carved out
echoes each of my mournful moans.
And now to take this burden
and share the heaviness of sorrow…
How cruel am I to spread this ache
and ruin not one, but two tomorrows?
Lost as how to fathom trying again
to fill the upstairs crib and bedroom,
within a silence that bleeds sadness,
we are husband, wife, and empty womb.
5. How Do You?
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How do you love a person who never got to be?
Or try to envision a face you never got to see?
How do you mourn the death of one who never got to live,
when there’s nothing to feel good about and nothing to forgive?
I love you, my little baby, my companion of the night.
Wandering through my lonely hours, beautiful and bright.
What does it mean to die before you were ever born,
to live the lovely night of life and never see the dawn?
Ah! My little baby, you lived like anyone!
Life’s a burst of joy and pain.
And then like yours, it’s done.
I love you, my little baby, just as if you’d live for years.
No more, no less, I think of you, the Angel of my tears.
6. For Hands that Never Clasped Another’s Own
Your eyes will never glimmer, water-clear,
to watch the spray-white swells of sand and shores,
and never will you glimpse the moss-wild moors
beneath the winter stars so far and sere.
Your hands will never clasp another’s own
and sense the ebbless tides of blood within,
nor feel the fire of veins beneath your skin,
your plum-ripe flesh, exactingness of bone,
and never sun aflame and dusk-thick air
will laze your limbs in languor of their heat.
No, winds can never billow, aster-sweet,
to loose the lilied ravels of your hair,
for all you are is never will or would –
but there was one who loved you while she should.
7. My Beautiful Storm
By A.N. Gavino
Two years ago, I grieved
the loss of a child unborn.
The names I chose
still burn in my mind.
Fast-forward 365 days, maybe more.
I was freshly aware
of a new seed sprouting inside.
relieved at the sound of a pulse.
Ten months of worry, every second.
Is she moving? Is she there?
Will I be a good mum?
Will we make it?
Skip to now,
it’s been six months,
since my miracle
took in her first gust of air.
She is a rainbow,
a bright and beautiful sight
which graces one after a storm.
8. In a Baby Castle
In a baby castle just beyond my eye,
my baby plays with angel toys that money cannot buy.
Who am I to wish her back into this world of strife?
No, play on my baby, you have eternal life.
At night when all is silent and sleep forsakes my eyes,
I’ll hear her tiny footsteps come running to my side.
Her little hands caress me so tenderly and sweet,
I’ll breathe a prayer and close my eyes,
and embrace her in my sleep.
Now I have a treasure that I rate above all other.
I have known true glory; I am still her mother.
9. When Tomorrow Starts Without Me
When tomorrow starts without me
and I am not here to see,
if the sun should rise
and find your eyes,
all filled with tears for me.
I wish so much you wouldn’t cry
the way you did today,
while thinking of the
many things we didn’t get to say.
I know how much you love me,
as much as I love you,
and each time you think of me
I know you’ll miss me too.
But when tomorrow starts without me,
please try to understand,
that an angel came and called my name
and took me by the hand.
10. A Lost Gift
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My first gift was your father,
and then God gave me you.
The emptiness I feel inside
is too deep to call untrue.
Oh little one, you see,
it’s very hard for me.
I’ll never try to understand
why we never touched your hand.
They say there’s always a reason,
but that doesn’t ease our pain.
You’ve made me cry, to say goodbye…
To know I can, and will again,
is a blessing, without end.
11. What Makes a Mother?
I thought of you and closed my eyes
and prayed to God today.
I asked what makes a mother,
and I know I heard him say:
A mother has a baby.
This we know is true.
But God, can you be a mother
when your baby’s not with you?
Yes, you can, He replied,
with confidence in His voice.
I give many women babies,
when they leave is not their choice.
Some I send for a lifetime
and others for a day.
And some I send to feel your womb,
but there’s no need to stay.
I just don’t understand this, God
I want my baby here!
He took a breath and cleared His throat,
and then I saw a tear.
I wish I could show you
what your child is doing today.
If you could see your child smile
with other children and say:
We go to earth to learn our lessons
of love and life and fear.
My Mummy loved me oh so much,
I got to come straight here.
I feel so lucky to have a Mum
Who had so much love for me.
I learned my lesson very quickly,
My Mummy set me free.
I miss my Mummy oh so much,
but visit her each day.
When she goes to sleep,
on her pillow there I lay.
I stroke her hair and kiss her cheek
And whisper in her ear;
“Mummy don’t be sad today, I’m your baby and I’m here.”
So you see, my dear sweet one,
your children are okay.
Your babies are here in My home,
and this is where they’ll stay.
They’ll wait for you with Me,
until your lesson there is through.
And on the day that you come home,
they’ll be at the gates for you.
So now you see what makes a mother,
it’s the feeling in your heart.
It’s the love you had so much of
right from the very start.
Though some on Earth may not realize,
until their time is done.
Remember all the love you have
and know that you are a special mum!
12. I Thought It Would Be Okay
Years ago people wouldn’t have known
Early tests now
I’m sorry, your baby seems to be a little small
Surgical, medical or natural?
Just bad luck
More common than you think
A tiny heartbeat, then the next week a new sonographer
“How sure are you of your dates?”
Phew, some help and testing now
No cause found
More likely to have a baby than not
Brief thoughts of a pram and a cot
Next day no line
Bam, all done
Here we go again
Don’t worry, brown blood is old blood
Try to relax
All gone within two weeks, no traces it ever happened on the screen
methotrexate this time
Crushing despair, I’ve failed again
Hope fading fast and feeling ashamed
Our hearts ache to be Mum and Dad
Two joyful scans and then silence and a gentle voice at the third
I can’t do this again
We’re not doing this again
Exhilarating relief and gut wrenching grief all at once
Daring to hope
Intrusive questions week in week out
Cautiously looking at baby things online
We might be parents soon
13. The Grief Shuffle
By Tanya Lord
It’s the saddest dance
invented by none,
danced by many
but not any fun.
Take a step forward,
then two steps back,
step side to side,
try to stay on track.
The music will change,
it will always be new.
The steps are unknown,
you won’t have a clue.
The dance continues,
we stumble and fall.
We pick ourselves up
and love you through all.
14. To the Child Who Lives in My Heart
To the child who lived in my mind for a day,
To the niece or nephew who was
I hope you’re in heaven enjoying your stay
With the brother or sister I never knew.
And my grandfather on my father’s side
and my mother’s sister too.
And if you were born, I’d hold you, all warm
and coddle you in my arms.
But I’ll hold your big brother and your baby sister
and I’ll hold you near in my heart.
So know that you’re here, ever present and dear,
in this place that I keep in my chest.
And though but for a day, your memory won’t fade,
any more than all of the rest.
15. Imagination’s Powerful
but can I say I hate it too?
I shouldn’t have to wonder
what a moment’s like with you.
Yet that is what we’re left with
so I can strongly say,
this is what it would be like
to have you here today.
Every single moment
would be full of love and care.
You look like him, you look like me,
this combination is quite rare.
Not any other human
will ever seem the same.
I should be looking in your eyes,
not looking in a frame.
I can see you in the mirror,
I can see you by my side.
But only I can see you
because you’re always on my mind.
I know the school you’d go to,
I know what you would wear.
I know what you’d be eating
and how you’d have your hair.
I know your favourite toy,
and that you’re scared without the light.
And I know what I would have to say
to make things all alright.
But Brookie Bear you’re gone,
this isn’t how things are.
My imagination’s powerful,
but it can only go so far.
I cannot bring you back,
just know I love you so.
And dear, there are no lengths
that are too far to go.
16. Every Night
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She cried herself to sleep last night,
thinking of me again,
with a broken heart and tears in her eyes,
and the pain that never ends.
I reached out a hand to her
and wiped the tears away.
I know she cannot see me,
but here is where I’ll stay.
My mother loves me dearly,
I know this to be true,
for I am always with her,
if only she knew.
I watch her wipe the tears away,
I see her put on that smile.
She says honestly I’m okay,
and it works for a while.
For I am with her all the time,
and every night’s the same.
She lays her head down to rest,
and the crying starts again.
I stroke her face and kiss her cheek,
and whisper in her ear,
It’s time to go to sleep now, mummy,
I am always near.
I hold her hand and tell her every night,
I love you with all my heart too.
Don’t worry, mummy, I’m okay,
I just really miss you.
I know I left too soon mummy,
I never breathed your air.
But it’s okay, mummy, I promise,
I know it seems unfair.
Every night next to you,
here is where I’ll stay.
Until that time we meet again,
and in your arms I’ll get to lay.
17. The Tiny Rosebud God Picked to Bloom in Heaven
By Helen Steiner Rice
The Master Gardener from heaven above
planted a seed in the garden of love.
And from it there grew a rosebud small
that never had time to open at all.
For God in His perfect and all-wise way
chose this rose for His heavenly bouquet.
And great was the joy of this tiny rose
to be the one our Father chose,
to leave Earth’s garden for one on high
where roses bloom always and never die.
So, while you can’t see your precious rose bloom,
you know the Great Gardener from the Upper Room
is watching and tending this wee rose with care,
tenderly touching each petal so fair.
So think of your darling with the angels above,
secure and contented and surrounded by love.
And remember God blessed and enriched your lives too.
For in dying, your darling brought heaven closer to you!
18. Angels, Two
It happened again
As the clouds rumbled in,
And the rain poured down on my head.
It happened once more.
My heart slowly tore,
As I felt the sharp sting of such gloom.
What more could I do?
But wish I kept you
Knit safely within my womb.
The grey covered sky
Will represent I,
The mother who bore angels, two.
19. Tiny Footprints
By Tamara Barker (Hope’s mommy)
These are my footprints,
so perfect and so small.
These tiny footprints,
never touched the ground at all.
Not one tiny footprint,
For now I have my wings.
These tiny footprints
were meant for other things.
You will hear my tiny footprints
in the patter of the rain.
Gentle drops like angel’s tears,
of joy and not from pain.
You will see my tiny footprints
in each butterfly’s lazy dance.
I’ll let you know I’m with you
if you just give me a chance.
You will see my tiny footprints
in the rustle of the leaves.
I will whisper names into the wind,
and call each one that grieves.
Most of all, these tiny footprints,
are found on mommy’s heart.
‘Cause even though I’m gone now,
we’ll never truly part.
20. Missing Pieces
By Kylie / Breastfeeding Mums
Your first Christmas came without you,
you’re the unopened secret screams.
We carry you in our broken hearts all day,
and unwrap you in our dreams.
I see you in every bulging belly,
in every Mother’s thoughtless kiss.
I see you in empty baby shoes,
I see you in that, I see you in this.
You’re in every why can’t that be me,
and the tears hidden in my car.
We wonder who we are without you,
we wonder where you are.
You were here before you weren’t,
there was a future with you in it.
Now you’re the broken parts of us,
and the missing piece of every minute.
21. Because I Could Not Stop for Death
By Emily Dickinson
Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me.
The Carriage held but just Ourselves
We slowly drove, He knew no haste
and I had put away
my labor and my leisure too,
for His Civility.
We passed the School, where Children strove
at Recess in the Ring.
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain,
we passed the Setting Sun.
Or rather, He passed Us —
The Dews drew quivering and Chill —
For only Gossamer, my Gown,
my Tippet, only Tulle.
We paused before a House that seemed
a Swelling of the Ground.
The Roof was scarcely visible,
the Cornice in the Ground.
Since then — ’tis Centuries — and yet
feels shorter than the Day.
I first surmised the Horses’ Heads
were toward Eternity.
Republished with permission from TheAsianparent Singapore
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