Christmas is a time of year,

where families gather and grow.

But what about the babies,

who aren’t in our arms at all?

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Do they get a Christmas,

where’s it’s all happy and bright?

We wish we could spend it with them,

with all of our love and might.

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We no longer only see darkness,

when we sit outside at night,

We wait for our babies,

to twinkle their little lights.

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The night sky looks different now,

So endless, bold and blue.

‘Why did this happen to us’,

please know we’ve asked it too.

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When we see and hear the cries,

of the children around us,

its almost a pain in our chest that those aren’t the ones,

of our light that’s left.

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The holidays are crazy enough,

without all of the grief.

Don’t you see how hard it is just to attend these events,

no matter how brief?

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We accept all prayers and wishes,

for we know little stars need kisses too,

up there in the universe,

from where our babies all visit.

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We try to remember them,

the best way we can,

and show our love and loss,

with our open, aching hands.

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That’s where our baby should reside,

who is not with us any longer.

Why does the hole in our heart,

everyday, grow stronger?

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Although you may think,

you shouldn’t need to explain,

know that so many,

already know your pain.

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Your voice and your story,

make sense to so many.

Please don’t hide your baby,

they are apart of your family.

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Some will forget,

or not mention them at all.

Those aren’t your people,

true friends will let you talk.

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We know it’s hard to receive,

so many cards this season,

that don’t include your baby’s name,

what a shame, with no rhyme or reason.

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What about our baby,

the one we didn’t get to meet?

Please show us some compassion,

while we try to navigate our grief.

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They are as important,

as your living children.

Ask about them sometime,

our baby that we love times a billion.

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May this season bring support,

perhaps from where it was lacking.

May this poem bring you peace,

If you unfortunately know this feeling.

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If this holiday season is tough,

remember that it is enough,

to simply show love,

and know your baby feels it from above.

–

⁃Candace

Wife, Mother of Baby Chip, still a hopeful universe believer.

This poem was written in 2 hours during Christmas Day, while I sat and thought of how to express my feelings during such a tough time of the year. For those who know this pain, I hope this brings some comfort. You aren’t alone. Merry Christmas.