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Heaven's Meadow
90-110 beats per minute
That’s what the doctor should say-that you’re still in it
But that’s doesn’t happen
Fear creeps slow and steady
And you know that you’ll never be ready
The pregnancy test said positive
After months and months of trying you had your own composite of
A bundle of cells growing, sprouting like seeds from the dirt
You sat there bursting with laughter, while the baby grew inside of you, just a little introvert
But that doesn’t happen
Dear mother your body heaves with the falling of tears
I want to be there to chase away the nightmares
But that can’t happen
Dear mother I am so small, so young
You don’t share your pain with me, instead you hold your tongue
Father, with your iron shield
I can see your shoulders slump, your sword hard to wield
And you can’t make it happen
You can’t breathe life into something that has died
All that can be done is prayers on the side
Frank Sinatra said that love and marriage fit together like a horse and carriage
No one ever sung about what fit together with miscarriage
The mourning
And the mystery
And the misery
It has been a long time gone
Life is a chess match with all of us pawns
But I won’t let that happen
Mother, Father you may not know that I do think of that baby
I think of what it could have been but now it’s just a maybe
Maybe this and maybe that
Maybe a doctor or maybe a brat
Whatever that little person was to become I don’t know
But here’s an ode to the baby in heaven’s meadow.
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