Tiny Bud

miscarriage poem

Tiny bud
Who never got to bloom
Firmly planted
Uprooted too soon

Like the breeze
Against my cheek
Gone before I could reach

Like a sprinkle of rain
Fall on me so I can feel
Take me to the skies

Like the clouds
Swiftly changing
My grief floats and hovers

Planted in a season beyond time
Blossoming petals of light
The bouquet I delivered too soon

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With Love and Light,
Stefanie