"My Tiny Angel"

 

“My Tiny Angel”

 

One minute you were growing inside me.

Then the next you were gone.

No one understands my pain.

You were never a “real” baby, they seem to think.

But you were real to me.

Why would God give you to me,

a blessing later in life,

then cruelly take you away?

Forget what that misguided pastor said!

You were not meant to be evil.

What religious nonsense.

Blame it all on the devil like any good Christian.

But somehow I tend to blame myself.

If I rested more,

didn’t lift so much,

avoided stress and too many cups of coffee.

Yet how pointless it is to point fingers.

You’re gone and there’s nothing left to bury.

The doctors didn’t even ask.

They just threw you away with the trash.

Like a child unwanted, unloved, aborted.

But I know we’ll meet someday.

Of this I’m sure.

And I’ll finally be able to hold you close.

We’ll be together again.

I love you, my tiny angel.

 

Reviews

[An Open Venue]

my spouse and I did not want a child - had made that choice. Only to end up pregnant later in life. this changed our minds, our hearts and then lost the baby in a few weeks, now left with the want, the need, we tried and succeeded only to loose our second child at 12 weeks and then once more at over 5 months.

You are wrong someone understands.

Ven

[Lovesleftovers]

Unfortunately, the subject of this poem is true life for me. I have endured three miscarriages and the last was particularly heartbreaking. My pastor at the time suggested this was God's will and perhaps this child was destined to be evil. I couldn't believe he even suggested this was the reason for my miscarriage. I no longer attend his church, nor do I follow any organized religion as the entire experience has soured me so.

[T. R. Writer]

Painful. Sad. I pray this is fiction, if it's not, I'm sorry for your lose, but in awe at your strength to write about it.