It is international pregnancy and infant loss remembrance day. As mothers, we remember everyday. But it is special we now have a day to honor these little ones with others. Join in this wave of love and remembrance and light a candle tonight at 7:00.
I've recently miscarried twice. I would have a 3 month old right now. When I was lucky enough to get pregnant again, that one was lost too, I would have had a newborn this March.
My sweet grandma was pregnant 11 times, but only met 4 of those beloved children in this life.
We are not so different, or distant from each other as we sometimes think. Despite politics, religion, and other personal differences grief and loss touch us all, as does love and compassion. This is what reminds humanity that we are actually family.
It is my belief that these angel babies are not so far away as we sometimes feel, they know they are loved and they love us right back. They are very much apart of our families, our hearts are knit together in unity and love forever.
Butterfly
She
waits in darkness
Her
cocoon is my womb
Protected
from the world
Her
mind is still
She
feels only peace
She
hears only a heartbeat
But
she doesn’t know what to call the sound
Ears
have no name yet
Nor
does she
But
she is loved,
So
loved.
And
she feels this,
Though
she has no words.
Then,
her cocoon opens
And
she is born!
Her
timing is perfect.
Perfect
for heaven.
She
is flawless
She
is innocent
She
is awake,
She
awakens to love.
Her
wings glow in the eternal light of the Sun
Her
death has been conquered
She
was here
And
then she was not.
She
enjoyed her journey
It
was a good journey.
Her
great God approaches
The
same great God who overcame death
So
she could live
The
great God who with gentle hands
Holds
His little butterfly and welcomes her back
She
belonged to Him before she belonged to me
And
He smiles and looks into her perfect eyes
Then
whispers an infinite truth into her ear
“That
sweet mother, is yours forever.”
Beautiful
tears of overwhelming joy
Fall
from her eyes,
Her
perfect eyes.
Our
great God laughs and cries with her.
My
heart hears their laughter,
And
their tears
It
is such a beautiful song
Echoing
down from the heavens,
And
so I lift my voice
I
sing back to them.
It’s
my first lullaby
For
that sweet baby
Who
is mine forever.
Written
By:
Heidi
Nickerson
