i need my children to know
that we didn’t bury her
of course she is buried
but we didn’t bury her
their sister is all around them —
our walls, clothes, prayers, candles, and blankets
i need my children to know
that their sister is alive through us, through them
she breathes in our breaths
and loves in our own loving
i need my children to know
we did not bury her
she is silently near
and holding us as closely
as we are holding her
Less Than 1%: Surviving My Stillborn 