She started to grow in my womb,
but she also grew in my heart. I don’t
know when it happened, but I loved
her so much. She was perfect. How
could she not live? Even now I often
wonder what she would look like, what
she could have been? My baby girl
turning into a moody teen. Her perfect
little hands covering my fingertip.
I still feel the soft but firm grip.
Today I am sharing a poem that brings back very painful memories. Grief is an emotion that had also a very important role in my past and present mental health issues. Surprised me greatly during therapy how ignorant of this whole process I was and this is an emotion I still struggle with in the present moment. But, who doesn’t?