Your Tiny FeetLuz EscotoAug 1, 20232 min readYou came to me at an inopportune timeLife was complicated and muddled then,I was running around in circlesAlready caring for a beautiful baby boyNobody knew you were growing in meHiding my truth until I could no moreI was not ready to engage in false pretensesDisguising my disappointment for the unexpected surpriseAnd as the days went by,I accepted and welcomed your presenceYou were growing healthy and strong Preparing life now for a family of fourYour kicks and hiccups were keeping me up at nightI was happy feeling your fluttering insideBut life had a cruel twist for meIt had accepted my initial rejection as a mandateMy body was not the fertile ground you neededAnd, at eight months, your tiny heart stopped beatingI saw your lifeless shape on the ultrasound screenI didn't know what I was seeing until I read the Doctor's faceHe had no words and simply said, "She died; I am sorry for your loss"I screamed so loud, and I exclaimed, No!Doctor, what are you saying? You must be wrong!I couldn't comprehend the awful newsBut I had no choice but to accept this fateA baby without life was now in me, and still needed a way outThe process was heartbreaking, but love was in the room at all timesKind nurses provided comforting words and held my handPreparing me for the worst moment of my lifeYou came without a sound, and eyes closedA lullaby that was never meant to be sungA perfect little baby without the spark of lifeI was scared to meet you, but I still didI carried you in my arms with a mother's loveYour daddy took you in his arms and sobbedThey let us keep you for a whileMeeting you for the first time while saying goodbye I grabbed your tiny hands and kissed your tiny feetI didn't want to let you goI knew it was the last time I could have you in my armsMy heart was exploding with sorrow and guiltKnowing that you had been all but a dreamYou came to me all but a brief moment in timeBut your memory will always live in meI know I will see you again, you and me together once moreYour tiny feet are seared in my thoughts As a sweet memory of your brief presence in this world.
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