My body has scars, marks, loose skin and wrinkles from giving life to my three boys. Sometimes I don't like the way I look, but sometimes I'm proud of those marks that are forever left on my body. My little one who never made it has left no marks on my body, only scarring on my heart. I remember my little one every May (when I had the D&C) and every December (when due). Since 2007, I've longed to have something concrete, something I could see ..touch ..something permanent to remind myself, and others, that the life that was in me and was lost is not forgotten ...that the life did matter and was loved.
Here's to my little one ... always in my heart, now forever marked on my body.
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