A collection of poems born of the death of a baby
by Elizabeth Monaghan @buffence TFMR mama to forest
the day of my 21 week ultrasound, the day we learned Forest was Forest - ...learning to live with pain so great you want to leave your body. You buckle from it frequently, and gradually grow stronger to bear its weight.
Forest died on a Tuesday and was born on Wednesday - ...loving so deeply that you become lost in the chasm of it.
New Moon, Indigo Footprint, we got tattoos - ...remembrance