One of my friends had her second miscarriage a couple of months ago. My heart goes out to her, not knowing what kind of pain she could possibly be going through. She lives in another state and I wish I could cross the distance and hold her as she cries it out. I found this poem from Micro Mom Blog. Enjoy and pass along to those who may need to hear this.
TO THOSE WHO LOOK AWAY
To those who look away …
when I grow teary-eyed in the baby department, look a little deeper.
Surely you have some compassion in your heart.
To those who change the subject when I speak my sons’ names,
change your way of thinking.
It just might change your whole life.
To those who roll their eyes and say that we barely had them at all, how could we miss them so much, in our hearts we have seen them live a thousand times.
We have seen their first steps, first day of school, their weddings, and their children.
We have had them forever in our minds.
To those who say we can have another,
I thank God for her everyday,
but even if I have twenty more babies,
I will forever have two in the grave,
and that is two too many.
To those who say to get on with my life,
It is a different life,
The life of a grieving mother.
One with a tremendous amount to be thankful for,
but also one with a lot to mourn the loss of!
Do not judge the bereaved mother.
She comes in many forms.
She is breathing,
but she is dying.
She may look young,
but inside she has become ancient.
She smiles, but her heart sobs.
She walks, she talks, she cooks, she cleans, she works, she IS, but she IS NOT, all at once.
She is here, but part of her is elsewhere for eternity.
Do not dismiss us: we have shaped more than just the future generation.
We have released all the tiny angels who are watching over you
Open your eyes to US
and you just might see THEM
. ~~~ Author Unknown ~~~