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A Manger Without a Baby
I equipped the big walk-in closet in the living room of our tiny duplex with a green second-hand crib and stocked the built-in drawers with soft little layette items. Long, wispy, white curtains tied back with yellow ribbon made an … Continue reading
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Tagged Christian, Christmas, faith, grief, loss, photography, stillborn, suffering
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Fingertip to Fist
He said, “Come in tomorrow and pass the fetus.” As if it wasn’t a baby. As if it hadn’t been a baby all along. As if I hadn’t made up a cozy walk-in closet and fingered crocheted booties and refolded … Continue reading
Stillborns Cry
I knew you were free, but I still mourned. I wanted you. I wanted you to feel pain— to laugh and cry, to be held, to whine, to bruise the knee, bruise the spirit, be comforted— to be … Continue reading
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Tagged grieving, poetry, sorrow, stillborn
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