This poem feels incredibly tender and heavy at the same time. It holds grief in a way that doesn’t try to fix it or explain it, just lets it exist. I love how it reaches beyond the physical world, treating motherhood as something that stretches across time, spirit, and memory. The idea of the unborn as “Gods” is both heartbreaking and strangely comforting, as if loss doesn’t erase connection. What really stayed with me is how the poem honors mothers who carry love and absence together, without diminishing either. Each couplet feels like a soft touch on a bruise gentle, but it still hurts. And the final lines are devastating in their simplicity, naming a kind of motherhood that doesn’t end even when the child is gone. It’s a quiet, beautiful piece that lingers long after you finish reading.
Wow, that's so shocking and beautiful. I'm so sorry you had to go through this, but I hope that sharing with us has helped you.
This poem feels incredibly tender and heavy at the same time. It holds grief in a way that doesn’t try to fix it or explain it, just lets it exist. I love how it reaches beyond the physical world, treating motherhood as something that stretches across time, spirit, and memory. The idea of the unborn as “Gods” is both heartbreaking and strangely comforting, as if loss doesn’t erase connection. What really stayed with me is how the poem honors mothers who carry love and absence together, without diminishing either. Each couplet feels like a soft touch on a bruise gentle, but it still hurts. And the final lines are devastating in their simplicity, naming a kind of motherhood that doesn’t end even when the child is gone. It’s a quiet, beautiful piece that lingers long after you finish reading.
I was shattered by this quiet poem! Gorgeous! Haunting!
This was beautiful and heartbreaking. Thank you for sharing it ❤️