Only moments ago you called.
With news tearing us apart.
The ultrasound, damn what it showed.
Your first child would never be.
At five weeks its life’s breath was gone.
At five weeks inside of you no longer living.
Your first child, the one you and your love longed for.
It would never be.
We never had the chance to say hello.
Never will we hold this child.
Never will we hear this baby’s first spoken word.
And what can I ever say to help end your pain?
Tell you and your love this is God’s plan?
No, I’ll not serve both of your anguish platitudes.
I’ll weep with you both.
I’ll feel the loss with you my daughter, I’ll try to share the pain.
Together we will all go forward.
This is not the end, but merely an ongoing chapter.
It hurts, God it hurts so bad.
But we will survive.
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