I remember the date, May 15, 1991, it was the date my wife miscarried and a young life was lost. There was no funeral, few remarks of support. I will never forget the remark of my mother, “well it never was really a baby after all.”
It was a baby, to my wife and I. It was a new life with a due date of October 10 that disappeared into oblivion. It seems no one wanted to talk about it, yet I could not forget the sadness we both had. Sometimes at a meeting a quiet tear would come, I’d clear my throat and pretend it was something else causing my nose to run. It was a grief that would rise and then fade in gentle waves of melancholy. I could not seem to get closure.
A few years later, I woke on an early fall morning with rain pouring down and I felt an overwhelming sadness. In trying to understand why, I finally realized today was October 10th. I started to cry and could not stop. I had to do something, to say something to the grief, to say something to the baby and lost part of our lives. I wrote this simple poem that goes as follows:
As raindrops fall I look out the window and think about you today,
Sad memories of a life left unshared leave me not knowing what to say.
We had a great start full of anticipation and an exciting future to spend together,
But something went wrong, now you are gone and I am left with a loss that last forever.
I wonder who you could have been and accomplished, what your appearance would be,
Could you have been my daughter or my son, instead of a sad lost memory?
I find consolation with those whose lives I share, but still, you I can’t forget,
You would have been three today, a little life I helped to start, a person I never met.
Life goes on, I must go on with it, but I just wanted you to know,
You are a part of my heart that was lost, a love that follows me wherever I go.
Dad
After finishing the words I felt better, it was a type of closure, a way to say farewell to someone I never got to say it to. I share these words now for those who may have went through a similar experience as a way to come to terms with such a loss and help others to understand just because there is no funeral it does not do away with the sorrow and grief.