This is my husband and the love of my life!

To the baby that I carried But never seen your eyes Or tell you how much I loved you Or ever to hear your cries. You will never be forgotten The excitement we had for your coming. When I realized I'd never hold you, The feeling I had was numbing. My angel baby is who you are. My angel baby you'll always be. Your loving memory will live in my heart So you will always be right here with me

"It was only a miscarriage." That’s what they all said. "Why are you so depressed and upset?" "There will be others... besides it was an early one, at that." "It’s not as if you felt life." It was only a miscarriage - Pull yourself together. Yes, it was early. I’d only know for a few weeks; but Life - No, I didn’t feel it kicking inside me from that other person. I felt it leaping inside my own spirit! Life - a new Life; God working wonders within me! It was awesome. We waited so long. We had such hopes and dreams of kicking and getting fat and wearing maternity clothes. Expectations of joy and love and happy moments together. But it was all over too soon, much too soon, much too soon... And they all said, "It was only a miscarriage, you can have others. You can try again, you weren’t that far; Its not as if you lost a baby." Well, what did I lose then? I lost the potential of the full becoming of a person, I lost the spirit of a child, an adolescent, an adult. My child. What became of it? Is it washed away forever, never to count? Should I count it? Or should I listen to them? It was only a miscarriage - early at that. Pull myself together. Somehow it was precious to me no matter what they said. (title and author unknown)