Miscarriage and Stillbirth Poems
I didn’t write any of these miscarriage and stillbirth poems but many have been used by others. We used the second verse from “If Tears Could Build a Stairway” for Ruby’s miscarriage announcement. It seemed perfect for a miscarriage. There are so many quotes and poems online, but I wanted to post a few here for people to find easily. If you would like yours listed, please contact me or add it to the comments in the section below.
Heaven and earth – author unknown
Heaven and Earth may separate us today,
but nothing will ever change the fact that,
you made me a mom.
Glory Baby – Nathaniel Nockels
We miss you everyday, miss you in every way,
But we know there’s a day when we will hold you,
And you’ll kiss our tears away, when we’re home to stay,
We can’t wait for the day when we will see you, we will see you,
But baby let sweet Jesus hold you, until mom and dad can hold you,
You’ll just have heaven before we do.
Grow Little Flower – Author Unknown
Grow, little flower reach for the light,
your sweet little spirit forever will bloom.
Glow, little star, tucked into the heavens,
cradled with care in the curve of the moon.
Blow, little leaf, to a beautiful someplace
safe in the sheltering arms of a breeze-
Know, little one, that you’ll always be with us…
forever held close in our love’s memories.
EXCERPT from Wherever You are My Love Will Find You – Nancy Tillman
In the green of the grass… in the smell of
the sea… in the clouds floating by…
at the top of a tree… in the sound
crickets make at the end of the day…
“You are loved. You are loved. You are
loved,” they all say
The moment that you died, my heart was split in two;
one side was filled with heartache, the other died with you.
I often lay awake at night when the world is fast asleep;
and take a walk down memory lane with tears upon my cheek.
Remembering you is easy, I do it everyday;
but missing you is a heartache that never goes away.
I hold you tightly within my heart and there you will remain;
until the joyous day arrives, that we will meet again.
If Tears Could Build A Stairway – author unknown
If tears could build a stairway
And memories were a lane
We would walk right up to heaven
And bring you back again
No farewell words were spoken
No time to say goodbye
You were gone before we knew it
And only God knows why
Our hearts still ache in sadness
And secret tears still flow
What it meant to lose you
No one can ever know
But now we know you want us
To mourn for you no more
To remember all the happy times
Life still has much in store
Since you’ll never be forgotten
We pledge to you today
A hallowed place within our hearts
Is where you’ll always stay
The White Rose – Myrna Cox
All the earth’s mothers where gathered together at God’s garden of flowers. Those beautiful budding spirits who would someday come to earth were nurtured and tended in the garden.
A loving father spoke to the mothers, “See the works of my hands? Some day you will be the mothers to these radiant spirits.”
The garden glowed with a mixture of all kinds and colors.
“Choose you,” He said.
Now in the east corner of the garden, pure white roses stood as sentinels. They were not so colorful as the rest, but glowed with a kind of purity, which set them apart. One by one, mothers stepped forward.
“I want the blue eyed, curly haired one, who will grow to maturity and be a mother in Zion.”
Yet another chose a brown eyed, brown haired boy, full of life and love, who would someday be a prince in a grand country. The garden buzzed with excitement as others chose their own special spirits, those whom they would soon welcome into warmth and love of an earthly home.
Once again the loving father spoke, “But who will take the white roses, the ones in the east corner of the garden? These will return to me in purity and goodness. They will not stay long in your homes, for I must bring them back to my garden for they belong with me. But they will gain bodies as was planned. You will miss them and long for them, but I will personally care for them.”
“No not I, “many said in unison. “I couldn’t bear to give one back so soon.” “Nor I” said others. “We will take those who will remain and grow to maturity and live long lives.”
The loving father looked out across the multitude of mothers with a longing in his eye for someone to step forward. Silence.
Then he said, “See the most pure and perfect of all the white ones? I chose him. He will go down and be a sacrifice for all mankind. He will be scorned, mocked, and crucified. He is mine own. Will not anyone of you choose like unto him?”
A few mothers stepped forward. “Yes Lord, I will.” Then another, “I will as well.” “Yes, we will Lord.”
Soon all the pure white roses were taken and they rejoiced in the choices of their mother.
The father spoke again, “Oh blessed are you who choose the white roses. For your pain will be a heavy cross to bear, but your joy will be exceeding beyond anything you can understand at this time.”
The white ones embraced their mothers and so full was their purity and love that it filled their souls with such endearment. Each mother knew that they could endure the task and the greatest of all the white ones gathered them as a hen gathers her chicks.
The outpouring of love surrounded each mother and child, consuming all the white ones as He prepared them for their task. And each mother who bore the weight of the white rose would feel the overwhelming love of God as they all shouted, “Thy will be done.”
– Breaking the silence of First Trimester Miscarriage
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