to conceive, to carry, is beyond the diagrams
of human understanding
i think about the journey she made,
to come so far, for so little.
in my more peaceful moments, i consider
that her experience of being
is closer at hand than i realize,
that she is carrying me, as i am carrying her.
i know hers was an earthly trip worth taking,
as eternity is the grand prize of living
but even in my most faithful moments
i am devastated
she could not stay here longer
Less Than 1%: Surviving My Stillborn 