A scent,
Sweet like lilac.
Is how it began,
A small baby
Bundled in heavy down.
Scented in lilac.
Squinted and rosy,
Soft with birth.
That is how it would
Have begun.
A scent,
Coppery like blood.
It how it ended,
A small fetus
Reduced to heavy blood.
Drowned in crimson.
Painful and red,
Heavy hearted mother.
That is how it ended.



I'm sorry for your loss. May your baby angel rest in peace.

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