A poem by Traci Weafer
As a doula, I held you
I held her in my arms and she cried
My arms open soft and wide
Her tears I felt on my shoulder warm
As her heart in pieces forever torn
They didn’t see a heartbeat, she said
All the joy in her face turned to sadness and spread
No words I had her heart would touch
My heart broke for her oh so much
She needed me to just listen and be
She needed to mourn her child she would not see
A Doula to give her compassion and grace
To flood the floor with tears at her own pace
No wrong or right way to process the facts
She would blame herself, was it her own acts
Listen I did and barely said a word
A mother’s love, I watched and heard
A love poured out in moans for her child
For this was loud, sharp not mild
Saying goodbye to your little one
Saying goodbye will never be done
A mother you are forever too
A mother you are forever is you.
We are grateful for the photo by Imani Clovis on Unsplash
