In honor of Mary Rose's birthday, I am posting a poem I wrote for her.
My husband and others have written poems about my daughter. SO I thought I would share what I wrote.
How I have dreamt of you
Imagining the softness of your skin
The blushing of your cheeks
How I have hungered for your laughter
Pictured your perfect chubby hands
Reaching for me, revelling in the knowledge
You are loved by me
How I long for the warmth of your body
FIlling the empty ache in the void of the
"C" that is my furled body & soul
Though I bear others, love others, cherish others
My heart will always have a hole
which only you can fill and make complete
Know that a piece of me
Will always be missing
My soul will always be searching
My womb will always be aching
For my dearest Mary Rose
Born July 29, 2003 10:22 p.m. 24 weeks
Died July 29, 2003 11:22 p.m.
"Before you were conceived, I wanted you. Before you were born, I loved you. Before you were a minute old, I would have died for you. This is the miracle of life. " -Maureen Hawkins