I glean a lot of information from my Facebook news feed. For instance, I learned that today was "Pregnancy and Infant Loss Remembrance Day."
A day for recalling miscarried babies?! There was a time my own pregnancy losses would have made me uncomfortable enough to recoil from such an idea. Not so now; I can admit that I have a lot to process on these life events still; I will post on them here eventually. A day like this helps to remind me of the healing I still need; I appreciate there being one. Thank you Feminists for Life for hipping me to it.
While I have a lot to share about my experiences, it is too late for me to sort all of it out this evening. For now, I'll share this "poem" I wrote several years back, when I was touched by another mother's loss.
Delivered (for Stephanie)
this infant’s non breath
stills my own.
Her silent face sculpted in flesh still as stone;
her body rests,
devoid of soul
in the crook of a mother’s arm.
Why this child for no one
to hold or know
(save the mother)
inside whom she stretched, kicked, and grew until that heart
its blip-like beat,
stilling her limbs
enigma even to saints,
that glare-filled glimpse can not be long grasped;
like a sun- glint dancing on a pond’s rippled surface,
it is a wink in the memory,
too quickly gone;
a token from the Creator;
for the soul to remember
and later prompt to cry by turns:
Jesus I trust in You,
Lord I believe;
help my unbelief.