Beth's poem.

Warning, this post contains details of miscarriage that some may find difficult to hear.

 I’m sorry you just didn’t stick, I’m sorry you couldn’t quite make it there. 

Waves of sadness take over me and I sit in a quiet dark stare. 

You tried hard; I know you did but you were just a tiny little dot. 

You were our world for a bit, but you weren’t to be part of our plot. 

Of all the things that could’ve been, all the love we would have given you. 

I wonder if you would you have been a little pink or a little blue?

I think of how you would have looked, how you would sound. 

You are an angel with 4 others from us, who are all love bound. 

You floated for a while, in those moments you were always wanted and will always be loved.

You were a part of me for a little bit, part of my blood. 

I wish things could have been different, I long for you still. 

But I know you won’t get to have life and have dreams to fulfil. 

I know this is part of our journey, we lost 4 to get our precious rainbow boy. And maybe we lost you to get our next. 

You were so wanted but you didn’t quite stick and about that I’ll always be perplexed.

I know though, that we will get another rainbow, a sibling for your sweet brother.

He looks at the shining decorations that symbolise the first 4, now we will need to get another.

I will always think of you my darling angel, but it wasn’t meant to be. 

Please send us a rainbow soon and wherever you are, I know you’re floating free.

Right now, it feels dark and there is so much sorrow.

But you are part of our storm and after that comes a rainbow.