For My Lost Loves

She sits on his lap
Looks into his face
He embraces her
She’s safe in this space
Small hands and big eyes
Dark curly hair
And yet most of the world
Doesn’t know she was ever there
She sings with him
He lets her dance
They laugh and they play
A timeless place and endless glance
The other children sit
Folded legs, on a floor
Covered in cloud dust
Listening to stories forevermore
And they wait
Eternity to us; Mere seconds to them
These precious lives
Each one an unborn gem
More precious than anybody
Could ever hope to know
Children in Heaven
Making the stars glow

I originally wrote this on February 17, 2017 for my children lost to miscarriage, but also for all children lost – both inside and outside the womb.

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