My Child, a poem about miscarriage

And there you were.
A much wanted new life,
Bringing us joy.

We imagined,
Holding you in our arms.
Your tiny fingers, your tiny toes,

A baby from the start.
We heard your heart beat,
A comforting sound

You grew,
And I grew with you.
We shared the news,

Our little miracle.
Congratulations echoed in our ears
Reading, wishing;

Hoping, dreaming;
We chose some names,
Awaiting a new life.

Then that dreadful news,
Something wrong.
Our hearts quickened
Please let it all be alright

And then you were gone,
Lost dreams, hopes, wishes.
Our joy vanished,
Hearts breaking, tears flowing

Then more pain,
As you made your way into the world.
Your final journey.
Then we held you,

Your tiny fingers, your tiny toes,
Perfect, just like we imagined
Our lips pressed against your skin.
Our empty arms,
Feel your loss

You have a place in our hearts forever.
My child,
We had to say good bye,
Before we had a chance to say hello.