I have friends that are poets. They are published, award-winning, and talented. They meet often to hone their craft and to write. Their words are amazing and the emotions that their poems bring to their readers runs deep. I also write poetry, I am not published or award-winning and I honestly believe that at this time it should stay that way. I do love to read poetry, hopefully the poems do not rhyme as they are not my taste.
After Ivy was born I was looking for a creative outlet that allowed me to express myself in a quick and concise manner. Any time away from being a mom, I felt was a waste of time in those very early days, so for the first year, once a week, I would jot down a poem. These ranged from my experiences or inexperience in mothering and the changes that we all went through to become a family. I haven’t read through them in quite awhile, and I don’t remember if there are any that involve miscarriage or not.
I found a web site today that has many different pages involving the unfolding of a life. It is called Sherwood Fairytale Wedding. Included here are some examples of miscarriage poetry that I have enjoyed.
There has been a death in the family.
There has been a death in the family.No eulogy, no coffin,
No funeral, no black.And yet, there has been a death in the family.
No undertaker, no hearse,
No cemetery, no grave.And yet, there has most assuredly been a
death in the family.No belly, no fullness
No lifeline, no baby.There has been a death in the family.
By Linda Wasmer Smith
If you are hurting, write or read some poetry. You know, reading poetry isn’t limited to sorrow, read while happy and content. Read from many different poets to see whose style you like. Looking through all that is available might lead you to healing from someone else’s words. Happy discovering.
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