I had a dream in which my baby was born, and she was a girl, and she was called Lorna. So I think of her as Lorna, and she'll always be Lorna, the little girl that I lost, to me. First and foremost I am a writer, so as well as blog posts in prose, I have tried to turn to poetry as a way to allow me to deal with my emotions on this subject.
Dear Lorna,
I loved you.
I lost you.
You lived
Inside me
For such a short time.
Then bled out
Of my body
A little at a time.
You didn't die because of me
Anything I did or did not do.
It's just so deeply
Inescapably sad that
I'll never be able to hold you.
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