Post by memama3 on Dec 11, 2009 14:21:01 GMT -5
I wrote this when I felt that people were not treating my loss as the loss of my CHILD.
If a miracle was mine
And I was no longer denied,
If I had tried for years
And it ended in tears,
Would my baby count?
If he had made it to term
And his bones were more firm,
If we heard his little cry
Before we said goodbye,
Would my baby count?
If I was a mother to none
And was granted this one,
If I had had him for months
And not taken at once,
Would my baby count?
My loss is a loss.
My child forever is gone.
Five months or five years,
Still something went wrong.
It wasn't a pregnancy
That just ended too soon.
My baby had died
While still in the womb.
I had the contractions
And gave birth to my boy.
I held him and kissed him
And he brought me such joy.
My tears were two-fold,
They were hello and goodbye.
I could not have saved him,
I could not even try.
What gives him his value
And decides what he's worth?
Does he have to be pink
And be breathing at birth?
My baby boy did count.
He counted to me.
He had value as my child,
Even if no one can see.
I will cry many tears.
I'll be sad and I'll mourn.
He was one of my children,
Despite dying before born.
Our babies do count, no matter how small,
To the mothers that loved them in no time at all.
Written in memory of Liam Samuel Knowles-Lane
If a miracle was mine
And I was no longer denied,
If I had tried for years
And it ended in tears,
Would my baby count?
If he had made it to term
And his bones were more firm,
If we heard his little cry
Before we said goodbye,
Would my baby count?
If I was a mother to none
And was granted this one,
If I had had him for months
And not taken at once,
Would my baby count?
My loss is a loss.
My child forever is gone.
Five months or five years,
Still something went wrong.
It wasn't a pregnancy
That just ended too soon.
My baby had died
While still in the womb.
I had the contractions
And gave birth to my boy.
I held him and kissed him
And he brought me such joy.
My tears were two-fold,
They were hello and goodbye.
I could not have saved him,
I could not even try.
What gives him his value
And decides what he's worth?
Does he have to be pink
And be breathing at birth?
My baby boy did count.
He counted to me.
He had value as my child,
Even if no one can see.
I will cry many tears.
I'll be sad and I'll mourn.
He was one of my children,
Despite dying before born.
Our babies do count, no matter how small,
To the mothers that loved them in no time at all.
Written in memory of Liam Samuel Knowles-Lane
