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Loss

Miscarriage coming soon....

The Miscarriage

"Products of Conception", he wrote, as if it were no loss at all

Yet as I held her in my hand, I marveled one so small.

Precious babe, so frail, so still... tiny fingers and toes.

You're the treasure I held in my dreams, though it seems no one knows.

Cherished soul child, spirit so wise, beloved of my heart,

The waiting seems forever, while we are yet apart.

But in my deepest slumber, and in my quiet retreat,

I feel the breath of your angel wings, hear the patter of your feet.

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