A poem for mothers grieving miscarriage or stillbirth
DailySunr Poetry Desk – Contributing Author – By Tori V
Available for Syndication
A poem for mothers grieving miscarriage or stillbirth
There are losses so profound they defy language – grief that lingers in quiet rooms, in unopened drawers, in lullabies never sung. For mothers who have experienced miscarriage or stillbirth, the world often moves on too quickly, leaving behind a silence that aches.
The flowers wilted days ago,
Cards tucked in drawers,
Meant to comfort-
But grief does not fold neatly.
The room she prepared still waits,
Soft blankets untouched,
A lullaby unsung
Echoing in the walls.
They came with prayers,
With casseroles and kind eyes,
Then left with the dusk,
Returning to lives that still move forward.
But hers has paused-
Not in bitterness,
But in bewilderment.
How does one mother a memory?
Her body aches with absence,
Not just of the child,
But of the rhythm she carried-
The heartbeat that once danced beneath her ribs.
She walks slowly now,
Not from weakness,
But reverence-
Each step a whisper to the one she held.
And in the quiet,
When sleep evades and pain remains,
She learns to cradle the invisible,
To mother what cannot be seen.
She is still a mother.
Even if the world forgets,
Even if the crib stays empty-
Her love remains,
Unmeasured,
Unending.
Author’s Note: This poem is dedicated to every mother. Her arms ache for the child she carried but could not keep. May these words offer a quiet place to rest, think, and remember. You are not alone. For every mother who grieves in silence – your love is real, your grief is sacred. Your loss is valid, and your story matters.
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