Miscarriage
by Adrian CalhounThe news became official today,
in the wrong place,
you were a life in beginning stages,
and you were rejected by nature.
Your mother and I wanted you badly,
another son or daughter,
to hold, love, and admire.
The pain and even some anger,
are consuming me in these after hours.
Not so much for myself,
but for your mother.
You are all she has wanted for months now,
endless nights talking about babies and names,
prayers for your conception.
All she is left with now,
is the mournful tears and deep sorrow.
I commit you to Gods care,
and can only dream,
of what you might have been.
To you, my unborn child,
I send all of my love,
and bid farewell.
11/25/2002
