I was a mom once,
A loving, nesting, pregnant mess of surreal possibilities,
And my husband, a dad, that couldn’t stop smiling.
Glee poured out of his pores.
We couldn’t contain our happiness.
For twelve weeks you brought us joy,
The only kind a parent to be can feel.
We were proud to call you our own,
Making plans to spend our lives trekking the world with you,
To not spoil you too much or too little,
To give you a sense of purpose and belonging.
Even though we will never hold you in our arms,
We carry you in our hearts everywhere we go.
It hasn’t been easy, and people have been unempathic to our loss but we have persevered.
Your departure made us stronger, wiser,
Awake to opportunity and change.
For now we, your parents, walk together the path less travelled,
And vow to love each other as we did you.
The wonder of expecting you,
Our first born and heir,
Will be one of our most beautiful and sad memories,
One we wouldn’t trade it for anything this life could offer.
We are who we are because of you.
Rest my angel, rest.
Mom and Dad