Unbloomed.

The magic of birth,
and the sorrow of death,
Combined to portray,
just what we have left.
In the car on the way,
I felt the sun kiss my face,
And I knew without knowing,
just what was your fate.
You came and you went,
before you were here,
You died so soon,
so that you could stay near.
You moved from my womb,
to reside in my heart,
To be forever the same,
as a great living part.
To be a part of me,
and I of you,
To be the greatest gain,
and the equal lose.
I’’m so sorry I didn’’t try harder,
I’’m sorry that I failed.
I owed you more than I could give,
and to you now I pray,
I pray that you didn’’t hurt,
and I pray that you are free,
I pray that you can hear this,
and I pray you forgive me.
As I held you in my arms,
the only thing that I knew,
Is that you were so beautiful,
even while you were unbloomed.
I’’m so sorry Cody,
I love you.

Unbloomed.

MissCric

Warburton, Australia

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Artist's Description

I had a miscarriage in which i lost my first son at nineteen weeks through the pregnancy, in 2006, and this was the piece i wrote for him on the eve of his cremation, to wich the original was cremated with my little Cody, in his Angel box.

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