Dear Beans
I thought of you
Today, cos
Internationally
I may – for
Pregnancy and
Infant loss;
Awareness raised
With grief at
Life’s great cost.
Or is it death
Which still
Exacts its dues?
In losing you
I had no chance
To choose, but
lost again, though
Now I can think
That somewhere
In the aether
You have a brother
Each – To care
Whilst I can care
For neither.
Yet my dears
I care so much
And thrilled to
Hope one day
I’d feel your touch
Yet life or fate or
Destiny deemed
Somehow through
Lack of worth, or
Arbitrarily
That we would
Just have time to
Feel a tiny bit
Elated
Before you were
Cut off:
Your lives
(And ours)
Truncated.
For J&S
Always (but never quite) mine
And really real.
I love you ❤
sigh, sniff… :[ thinking of you.
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Thanks. Will check in with you in a sec – reporting back, wot, wot!
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wot, wot! BY JOVE!
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Chin-chin! Chirri-ho!
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well then! Bob’s your uncle!
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INNIT!
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Oh, my dear, sending hugs to you. I don’t claim to know your pain, but I surely feel it through your poem.
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Thanks. Days like this are good, because of the awareness raised and blah blah, but it’s another reason to remember all the ‘could have beens’ and just ache. I’m not gone on the day.
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Lizzi…I would hug you right now if I could. So sorry for your loss..
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Thanks. I never thought I’d get to the stage where they were so background until brought forcibly into the fore. I can’t decide how I feel about that.
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Sweetheart, if it’s less painful and you feel peace then go with it…it’s not letting go, it’s accepting and living your life…which is a wonderful thing..your life. I’ve enjoyed so much ‘meeting’ you.
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I never feel peace. I am plagued by this – that these two were most likely the only chance I will ever have had at motherhood. I reject it on every level and hate it. But without them, I wouldn’t be who I am rightnow, and that’s something. I live, I lose, I learn…I continue. And that’s all there is, really.
I’m glad to have ‘met’ you, too, though. And thank you for the encouragement.
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XXXOOO
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So simple in its expression and all the more poignant because of that. No melodrama in your words, just a quiet, numbing grief. Thank you. x
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I don’t have the energy for melodrama any more. I just feel empty. Sad. Quite literally hollowed out and barren about it all. 😦 Those things don’t change with time. They just become less intense.
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What a heart-wrenching piece. Memories of my own deceased son flooded me (it would have been his birthday (15!!) yesterday). Thank you so much for sharing! Be strong!!
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I’m so sorry to hear about your loss, Rod. It doesn’t go, does it? Onwards and Upwards, the both of us, I guess. My thoughts are with you x
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Aww… hugs!! I really love this line: I care so much
And thrilled to
Hope one day
I’d feel your touch.
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I was – I had this tiny, burning, veryVERY excited hope – it was all Husby and I had ever wanted. It was our plan. Until it got so badly broken.
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Weepy. ❤ Beautiful. ❤ Thanks.
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Oops! Sorry. But thanks 🙂
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I’m so, so sorry. I’m here if/when you need.
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Thanks 🙂 *hugs*
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Oh, my goodness! I am just…I do not know what you went through and my heart aches with this poem. My mom miscarried before I was born and I’ve always wondered how she felt, and what my life would have been like if that baby had been born. I think this would echo her own heart back then. Beautiful, Lizzie!
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My mum did, too…guess we wouldn’t be here if they hadn’t. And all life would be so different if there were no loss…
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Sending hugs beautiful words
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Thank you 🙂
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HUGS. ‘Cause what else is there…
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Thanks. One of those days. Or something.
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Thorougly gutted after reading this. So well done. So sorry for your losses. ❤
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Ack. Sorry to you too, and for yours 😦 It’s a bittersweet kind of day, this one, isn’t it. ❤
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Reading so many people’s thoughts and seeing so many wave of light photos is so haunting and comforting at the same time. All these little loves lost. All of this love going on forever.
I’ve read your poem several times today. I do love it so much. The last three lines is exactly everything. But then again there are so many lines here are everything. ❤
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Thank you. I’ve shied right away from it, because I’ve still found it so hard to engage and remember and be *properly* part of it…It’s a bit much. I’ll get there, but…this was about my limit this year.
It’s gutting. But I’m glad you like this poem so much. Thank you x
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That was… lovely and…
Man! I got something in my eye.
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Thanks 🙂
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Lifts glass to your love for j and s. And lots o hugs.
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Thank you, very much 🙂
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A heartbreakingly beautiful tribute to your tiny angel souls. Lack of worth, dear Lizzi? Never! It just was not their time to come. Wrapping you in loving thoughts always, the hurt in a mother’s heart truly never goes away, it speaks to the depth of your love. They know how much you love them.
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Perhaps you’re right, but the brain tells ya what it tells ya. Timing, coincidence and sheer bad luck all wrap up to sound On Purpose – because it can’t be the case that just the good things are On Purpose, and the bad things are incidental. Either it’s all under control and ‘allowable’, or it’s not.
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Dear Fellow Member of the non exclusive club of bereft parents, It’s been 5 years this month since I lost my first daughter and it is only now that writing about it openly has been possible. I understand your pain and, while it will never completely dissipate, we learn to absorb it and use it for better purposes, whether art, charity, or a new career. You did just that with this poem, put your pain to create art.
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True. I would have had a much worse time of this a year ago. Well…I *did* have a much worse time of this a year ago.
It sucks. I’m sorry for your loss. I’m glad that you’re finding the writing helps. I guess it’s an outlet if nothing else, and it raises awareness and promotes solidarity, which is something I’m always keen to engender. Thank you.
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((HUGS)) . I’m here for you.
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Thanks 🙂
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I lost a bean, and a son. I am not the same person now. These experiences are separate from any others I know. It does help to share, at times, although it rips the scab right off, once again.
love, jean
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Hey JNY – you’re right. These things change us fundamentally and alter the way we see the world forever. And yet there are so many of us – the invisible moms – all seeing the world through a ‘could have been’ perspective. HUGE hugs to you, my friend. I need to write into this tonight because it’s been on my mind for a while, and I think it’s time for an update.
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what you write is something I will want to read. xox jny
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I’m writing. It’s agony. I’ll publish later and tag you ❤ Thank you for being here for me 🙂
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[…] year ago today I shared my poem ‘Dear Beans‘, for Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness day, with my heart full-on breaking with grief and […]
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So so sorry. Sigh.
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*hugs* ❤
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