friend losing a baby

[jca1fam]

Hello all! I was searching for a poem to give my friend. Her water broke and she delivered a baby girl with no heartbeat at 22 weeks. She has infertility issues and got pregnant on their second Artifical insemination treatment. She wanted this baby so bad and went thru so much and then to have this happen. She says they are not gonna go back to fertility. I wanted a great poem to give her at the memorial. I copied the "I'll be there" one, but I was wondering if any of you had anything else.
TIA

[amberd5191]

I don't have any poems, just passing on a prayer for your friend. She is in my thoughts.

[bluegenie2003]

I'm so sorry for your friend's loss. I can't imagine going through something like that.  I actually found a lot more poems than this, but I had to stop reading them, cause they were making me cry to much.


"For A Moment"

I saw for just a moment, your little arms and legs.
The little blur they said was you, but now you've gone away.

I heard for just a moment,the beating of your heart.
The sound that held such promise, but soon it would depart.

I dreamt for just a moment,of the day I'd hold you tight.
I'd listen for your little breath, and rock you through the night.

I cried for just a moment, when they said that you had gone.
I laid alone in silence, that seemed so very long.

I prayed for just a moment,that you would be reborn.
Into my arms you would come and forever would be warm.

I was for just a moment, the mother of a child.
Who laughed and cried and ment so much, if only for a while.

In that single moment,when I finally said farewell.
I knew that we would meet again little baby, for time will only tell.


"They Say Love is Blind"

They say love is blind and you made this true.
I never got to place you in a outfit either pink or blue.
Never rocked you in my arms as you quietly slept.
Not one tear did i get to dry as you sadly wept.

I loved you none the less with all of my heart.
My world crashing down when we were torn apart.
I dream of you wrapped in a blanket of a white angel wing.
The lullaby you hear is the comfort I wanted to bring.

I still hold you everyday the only way i know how.
God doesn't take my love for you this much he does allow.
It is as stong as it would have been if I would have seen you.
After my journey in life is done I will carry my love through.

It will carry me straight to you, you will never be hard to find.
We will be together and I will hold the love that was blind.
Looking into eyes that are mine that show a soul I made.
I will place you upon my chest where you always should have laid.

They say love is blind and you made this come true.
I will place you in an outfit either pink or blue.
I will rock you in my arms as you quietly sleep.
I will dry your tears as you happily weep.


"A Light For Her"
by Unknown

Pain and suffering is to its end in this child's life
We shall not weep for this child, for she is now in a place of beauty
Where there is no war, no hate, and no death
Eternal life is to be brought forth through God by a soft glowing flame:
Strong enough to hold all his children
Containing a prayer that which all prayers are made,
A life, that which all lives are created.
You can't see this flame, yet you always know it is there.
You can't touch this flame, yet you can always feel its presence
This child has now seen God, and God has a need for her.
So, you see, this child did not die, she is reborn


My Fragile Flower"

One day as I sat by my window,
I looked out and saw that autumn had gone-winter was here.
I quietly took in all the changes in the scenery-bare trees,
dead grass, empty land.
My eyes drifted across a desolate field.
Near the edge I saw something queer to me.
As I quickly dressed in warm gear,
I tried to comprehend what I had seen.
No, this can't be happening, I thought.
It's a miracle!

I ran to the field and saw an unbelievable sight.
A small seedling was growing all alone at the edge.
It was only a shoot that had somehow
managed to break through the semi-frozen ground,
but I knew if I nurtured it, it would grow to bloom and reproduce.
I decided to keep this miracle a secret.
I didn't want people to discourage my intent
to harbor this fragile blossom.

As days passed my secret continued to grow slowly and steadily.
Winter passed into spring and spring into summer.
As time continued on, I grew to love my special joy more and more.
I loved to watch it grow
and couldn't wait for the day that it would finally flower.
Eventually a bud appeared and I excitedly awaited the new arrival.

Summer was almost over.
As I sat talking to my growing beauty,
I saw the first petals of a bud begin to unfold.
I was enthralled in the beauty of it all.
And as the sun descended, ending another day,
I vowed to be there the next morn to witness the birth of a flower.

As I walked up to my special spot expecting to see
the joy of a new beginning,
I could barely comprehend what I saw!
Disaster had struck.
My beautiful plant was no longer standing.
It was dead, the stem crushed to the ground.
WHY, I screamed to the vast sky!

It was a miracle of life.
It had withstood the dead of winter
only to be extinguished at the dawn of its blossoming.
I looked in vain to see the cause of its crushed stem.
Only then did I see the beauty of it.
The bud was open, it had blossomed!

It was a fragile pink flower.
My fragile flower-for I had nourished it for so long.
As I reflected upon all my sorrow wondering why I had been hurt so bad,
I realized I had been let down.

I had grown accustomed to the presence of my flower.
Naturally I assumed that something that could bring me such joy
would be around quite a long time.
I no longer looked to put the blame of its death on anything.
For it was special, it had lived.

And I would always cherish my memories of watching it grow
and seeing it get stronger.
Although I would never experience the joy of the live blossom
or the reproduction of more of its kind,
I know my love for it will live forever in my heart.

Many years from now I'll always think of the joy
my fragile flower brought to me
and remember that nothing lives forever.