Share your original poems, songs, short stories and quotes dedicated to your preeclampsia experiences, from the tragic to the joyous. The goal of the forum is to provide a space to promote healing through shared expression.
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Postby MarggieHopkins » Fri Sep 08, 2017 09:28 am

Wow! This is amazing poem... You are really very good in writing. I think, you should show your work to the professionals. You can contact their office right now. I am sure, you will impress them. Good luck

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Postby Kavadikian23 » Sat Sep 22, 2012 07:43 pm

It happened so fast, but who is to blame
The sight of your small and tiny frame.
Your face still covered, I can't catch a glance
Your a mask with ribs, and daddy's hands.
You didn't ask for this- a fight for your life,
It's just not fair, it's just not right.
A 2 pound body, lost in a chaos of beeps,
Alarms drown out your frail cries and squeaks.
Entangling your body as a serpent - a snake,
In your arms, nose and mouth- your life at stake.
When fear creeps in suppression soon follows,
No time to cry, a holed heart feels hollow.
Keeping my smile for others when faced,
Yet once in the shadows- heartbreak, embrace.
For you're not a "preemie" as falsely called,
That term sounds so dirty, I'm angry, appalled.
Sitting in silence, while racing in thought,
Feeling disabled, enraged, distraught.
My hands remain shackled by circumstance,
I'm told sit at a distance and watch at a glance.
As you struggle to grow I can't help but feel,
What a burden you bare, this cannot be real.
You're not just a "preemie" a " NICU baby,"
You're my whole world, my daughter, my beautiful lady.
As days creep on you don't fight this alone,
Your daddy and I will fight until you are home.
The calendar sheets they fall to the floor,
My precious Sophia enters our door!
At last my love is where she belongs,
My only wish- may our journey be long.


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