My little heart beat - a poem.

Words written down when I was at the height of my grief...

We have to believe that after every awful storm comes a beautiful rainbow. We might not be able to see it yet, but it will arrive, and when it does it will be more beautiful than ever.

We love our little twins no matter how short and sweet our time together was.

I will always remember the child we never got to see or know. Now high in the sky. It will always be loved and thought about in our hearts and minds.

I will look at the sky and think of him.

My head and heart wanted this baby so much that my body clung on as long as it could for me.

Whoever ends up reading this I hope it gives you something, if not only that maybe we share some similar feelings in a time when you think you’re the only one.

I couldn't talk to anyone and utter the words of having lost my baby.

I hope that sharing my story may help someone who felt or feels the way I did and can know we are here to help each other.