Small
So small
It isn’t any wonder no one thinks of you but us.
There are no pictures
Nothing to show
Not even any outward scars upon the vessel that carried you.
Nothing but the lack of a heartbeat on a screen.
Small
So small
And yet
In a dozen years
The hole remaining behind you
Still can swallow me whole.
Small
So small
emptyarmseriepa
A place of support for those who have lost a child to miscarriage, stillbirth or infant death
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