Poems

Such excitement, such joy We could hardly believe our luck when we saw you appear Disbelief and a tingle of fear Our little line of joy

A poem by Charlotte whose baby girl was found to have no heartbeat at 19 weeks and was finally delivered at 19 weeks and 3 days.

Joy is a wonderful thing were pregnant The moment we found out, We were over joyed with happiness This soon turned to grief

When the bleeding stops And I’m still feeling pretty lame I wish you’d stayed around, So I could have given you a name

So two years later And too much turmoil Has been unable to spoil The wonder of you

What sort of life Is taken away Without a word Without a say

The clock has ticked Its last...

Three months have past And slipped through time And left nothing sublime...

You came into our lives Oh, so briefly! Your heartbeat a shining light.

Karen Gardner miscarried her son, Stolly, 18 weeks into her pregnancy. These are her reflections on her loss and that time.