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RIP Unborn Baby

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Tiny little body
Quiet little heartbeats.
See this little pea? That's how big you are right now.
But Mommy doesn't know that yet.

Little fingers start to grow
out of tiny little hands.
See this little peanut? That's how big you are right now.
But Mommy doesn't know that yet.

Your tiny legs start to grow
out of your sweet little body.
See this little pencil tip? That's how big your footprints are right now.
But Mommy doesn't know that yet.

But, surprise!
"I'm pregnant."

Suddenly, tragedy.
Weak little heartbeat.
Weak little baby.
See these smiles on our faces? That's how loved you are right now.
But you don't know that yet.

Gone little heartbeat.
Gone little baby.
See us walking into the doctor's office? That's how excited we are right now.
But you don't know that yet.

And, surprise.
"I'm so sorry for your loss."

Sad Mommy.
Lost baby.
See these tears on our faces? That's how much we love you right now.
But you don't know that yet.

Miscarriage.
Tiny baby.
Lost baby.
A baby that had Daddy's eyes and Mommy's smile.
A baby that only wanted to say
I
Love
You.
A baby that gave the best little hugs.
The sweetest little smiles.
The greatest little giggles.
But, surprise.

Mommy doesn't know that yet.
Yes, my mother went in for an ultrasound today. Sadly they found no heartbeat, and she is expected to have a miscarriage... the day after tomorrow.
Comments? Critiques? I appreciate all. <3
© 2013 - 2024 MikkiMarie
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:star::star::star::star::star-half: Overall
:star::star::star::star::star: Vision
:star::star::star::star::star-half: Originality
:star::star::star::star::star-half: Technique
:star::star::star::star::star-half: Impact

The poem is so heartbreakingly magnificent. The asymmetric expressions of every sad heartbeat, every despair and every tear goes with every every line, every stanza and every word. The expressions of unexpected surprises mixed with unfulfilled hope and grief of an unborn baby, who can never see the world for the first time, and cut short before going out of a mother's womb, and never feeling love after birth, whether it's abortion, miscarriage or disasters, touched me and possibly everyone else's. A great poem like that deserves to be shared and spoken in the memory of all unborn children all over the world.

Keep writing and move on.