NEVER MEANT FOR BONDS OF EARTH
A Grief Poem for an unborn child

By Karen H. Phillips
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Twenty-four hours ago, your heart beat under mine.
Waking or sleeping, our dreams were all of you.
Your entrance to our life proved the Divine,
Who intervened to make our hopes come true.

Now, I’m just a day past happiness.
Hopes crushed, dreams gone.
My body purged of all the ways you blessed,
My search vain in this darkness for the dawn.

Your father’s tears fall on my cheeks,
As he kisses me in shared sorrow.
After all our blissful weeks,
Will each painful day hold a sweeter tomorrow?

Tiny Gift of God, gone quietly as you came.
Others may not miss you.
Still hidden in my womb, you had no name.
No one could even see you.

We hurt, feel empty, but will get better.
His peace and time will ease the pain.
Ahead of us, you escape the world’s fetters.
And one day, we’ll meet you again.

About The Author:
Karen H. Phillips and her husband brought home their adoptive son the week their miscarried baby would have been due. God answered their prayer for a second child when they adopted a daughter two years later. Still in love after 28 years of marriage, Karen writes from her half-empty but still busy nest in Georgia. Visit her blog at http://sky-highview.blogspot.com/.

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