That's beautiful Susheli. Please thank the author for letting you share it with us.
Here's something I wrote this morning. It's not necessarily a poem, since I know nothing about how to write one, but I thought I'd share anyway. The "I" part reflects mothers who have lost a baby who lived after birth for a time. The "you" part reflects a mom whose baby was born still.
Mothers of Incredible Strength
I was a mother once.
For 25 days my little one struggled to maintain life against incredible odds, but some battles are just too big for one tiny girl to win.
She is not here, not in my arms, not growing, and smiling, and learning. So am I still a mother?
I say yes. In fact I am a mother of particular strength for I have had to do things that no mother should ever have to do.
I sat by her bedside day after day, though I could not hold her nor do anything to ease her struggle.
I practiced mercy on my dying child by discontinuing life support. Even as every instinct in my body screamed, “live, baby, live!”
I held her in my arms as she took her last breath, as her heart beat its last beat.
I let go of this child, this beautiful girl who was supposed to be with me until my own death.
Are you a mother? You, who nurtured a baby within your body only to be told that baby had died before he could be born?
Yes, you are a mother too.
You, who went through the agony of child birth to deliver a baby who had already died.
You, who suffered through painfully full breasts, engorged by milk that would never feed anyone.
You, who supported your sister, your cousin, your friends through their pregnancies and births even though your own arms are so achingly empty. Even though their joy sometimes amplifies your own loss.
Wouldn’t all that break anyone no matter how strong?
We endure anyway, you and I, because we are mothers of incredible strength.
Mama to Millie
born June 2010 @ 24 wks. gestation due to my severe PE and CHF
lived 25 days, loved and missed