A Nameless Poem: Dedicated to the Parents who have suffered the loss of a child, through miscarriage and after birth.
The doctor rubbed the gel on the first-time mom’s belly bump once more.
A dreadful silence followed by the look on the doctor’s face just before,
she said these words, “There’s no heartbeat, I’m sorry to say.”
The doctor reached towards the mother. She pulled away.
The mother sat motionless. The doctor gave her some time alone.
She recalled the doctor saying the cause was unknown.
She drove home to tell her husband. He was so proud.
He was a soon-to-be daddy. He found her in the nursery, crying out loud.
He scooped her up in his arms. Somehow, he knew.
Together they screamed out, “God, how dare you!”
They sat in that room with a crib, toys, and baby gear,
waiting for the baby who was no longer there.
A few days later they began calling family to share the sad news.
So many said, “You can try again,” until they blew a fuse.
“It will be okay!” was another common response from their friends.
They were angry with the world, unsure if they could make amends.
A few years later, they were pregnant once again. They let everyone know.
Friends and family rejoiced, and said, “I told you so!”
Once again, they were angry. People are so naive.
This didn’t mean they no longer had a reason to grieve.
They were parents already, although they had no child to raise.
The grief over their loss was not simply a phase.
They would always remember. They would always mourn.
They loved the child they lost just as much as the one about to be born.
We never get over the loss of a child even when we get through.
If you have ever lost a child, I dedicate this poem to you.
By: Alicia Gonzalez
Miscarriage and child loss is a daily parental reality for loving parents across the globe. If you know someone who has lost a child, please use your words carefully. While they can help a parent heal, they can also cause more injury to the wound. Don’t be afraid to say a child’s name. With love, to all the parents out there – Alicia