I found this poem in my facebook memories for today, and had to look it up to discover where it was from. I liked it so I thought I would share it.
The book was probably the best one I had on pregnancy loss because it was offering art as therapy rather than just commiserating about the loss. As it turned out, the art form I chose was writing (and my first attempt at NaNoWriMo was an unexpectedly intensely personal piece of fiction that I haven’t been able to even go back and edit because it was so raw, but getting it out helped me I’m sure).
I like this poem because, while it is heart-rending and painful, it is more beautiful than dark. I hope you enjoy it.
After three months
of silent stitching
what finger let slip
what growing row of cells
unravelled, loosing life and
leaving the lap empty?
– Olson Binder, 1993
Quoted in Grief Unseen, Healing Pregnancy Loss through the Arts by Laura Seftel