You were part of my being

Blood Vessels to blood vessels

Artery to Artery

Clean Heartbeat to heartbeat

Skin to skin

You were built from every part of me

Created to be me personified

Loved beyond any measure

Your love was cradled in my arms

You were every bit of me

Your hands were to touch mine

Your feet were to feel my bosom

Your eyes were to look at mine

Your nose was to breath near me

Your voice was to sooth my night

In my arms your love was cradled

I think to myself

Wondering who you would take after

Who’s voice would sooth your cry

Who will wake me up at night

Who will hear your sniffles

You are in Heaven now

I can only hear voices of the Angel you would have been

Beauty created not for this earth

Magnificence personified

Your love was cradled in my arms

This poem is about the profound grief of losing a child and the heartbreak of loving someone who was once physically connected to you but is no longer here. It reflects on the unique bond between a parent and child, emphasizing how the child was formed from the parent’s own body, sharing the same blood, heartbeat, and life.

The poem expresses a love that began long before birth and a deep sense of attachment that remains even after death.

The poem also explores the pain of lost possibilities. It mourns all the moments that were supposed to happen but never did, the late-night cries, the first words, the family resemblance, and the everyday experiences of raising a child.

It captures the sorrow of imagining the person the child could have become and realizing those dreams will never be fulfilled. The questions throughout the poem reveal a longing for a future that was taken away too soon.

At its heart, the poem is both a lament and a tribute. While it acknowledges the pain of loss, it also celebrates the child’s beauty, innocence, and worth. The image of the child in Heaven suggests a belief that although their time on earth was brief, their existence was meaningful and precious.

The repeated line, “Your love was cradled in my arms,” serves as a reminder that even though the child is gone, they were loved completely, and that love continues beyond death.

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