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Child We Already Knew: Poem for a Mother on a Baby Born Still

FlourishAnyway is an Industrial/Organizational psychologist committed to uplifting and educating others to be reach their full potential.

This beautiful old tree is a place to reflect in the company of relatives long gone

This beautiful old tree is a place to reflect in the company of relatives long gone

Born Still: Child We Already Knew

Pink, yellow, blue

Child we already knew.

No milk-sweet breath, no tiny yawn

No late night feedings, then up at dawn,

But we knew you.


No first words or midnight cries,

No ABCs or lullabies,

But we knew you.


We knew the hopes we had for you

And the joys of expecting you

And our dreams of who you might be

Half your dad, half of me.


You were wanted and waited for, then born to us, still

We love you now and always will.


We held your dainty fingers,

Kissed your sleeping face

Looked for signs of life, searching just in case.

Perfect, small, and already with God.


Pink, yellow, blue ...

Child we already knew.

Dedication

This poem is dedicated to my sister who gave birth in 2009 to a stillborn daughter, Lacey. "Stillbirth" refers to fetal death at 20 weeks of life or beyond, whereas miscarriage refers to the loss of a pregnancy prior to 20 weeks of gestation. In the U.S., for every 167 births, there is one stillbirth, leaving families to mourn at a time when they were expecting to be celebrating new life.

I read this poem at her funeral and presented the book below to my nephews to help them in understanding the loss.

Stepping stone from the cemetery:  "Your memory is our keepsake with which will never part.  God has you in His keeping.  We have you in our hearts."

Stepping stone from the cemetery: "Your memory is our keepsake with which will never part. God has you in His keeping. We have you in our hearts."

© 2013 FlourishAnyway

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