Still My Son

Assembling an army to end preventable stillbirths

memories

Loss Journey

A tiny butterfly flutters down from above As I tend to your garden expressing my love Near in spirit or alive in momma’s heart No distance nor passage of time can keep us apart Little darling, I see every sign…

PAL

3/14/17 Feeling little flutters of movement since week 8 or 9 when I’m laying down, meditating or resting. Could it be our little sweet pea?? It’s a bit earlier than most people feel the movements, but it’s my 5th pregnancy…

Loss Journey

Here she is again; That viscous, heartless bitch, grief. She has no care for what day it is. She storms in, flinging the door wide open whenever she damn well pleases and ruins everything; Holidays, anniversaries, special occasions are all…

Loss Journey

Days go by, Further from goodbye Closer to hello Never letting go Memories of you Tiny, precious, true Nothing more real Gone yet present still Speak, breath, grow A son I didn’t get to know So much to learn, see,…