This is a tribute to the daughter we lost "in utero". It is a wound that periodically has to be reopened as it never is truly healed. Her name is Faith.
I remember the very first time I gazed upon your face
Such serenity, such peacefulness, of one filled so full of grace
I remember your hands & feet, perfect in every way
so tiny & yet so wonderful in all of their detail
I remember your soft, soft skin,
So fragile it might break at my lightest touch
I remember the floor that day
wet from all the tears that fell upon it
I remember the cries I heard
from the woman that I love and her friends
I remember the broken apologies of the physician
as he repeatedly said "I am so sorry that you have to go through this"
I remember taking you home
so that your siblings could see you there
I remember holding you
with just my right hand
as I took the final look
of your journey to our land
I remember laying you
in the box of oak I'd made
I remember closing it
and locking down the latch
The ground was slightly moist that day
as my shovel pierced the ground
The grass must have wept with us
as it tasted our tears
I remember my heart breaking
as I covered up your grave
I remember being told not to grieve too much
after all you never really lived
I don't know if I will recognize you
when I leave this place for good
But if you see me there one day
please tell me all the things you've done
I'll tell you a little of myself
and gently hold your hand.
REB
