I suffered a miscarriage at 13 weeks 2 and a half years ago. After falling into a deep depression and throwing myself into trying for another one I found out that I had fertility problems and might never conceive. I gave up on ever having more children (I already have a son): And then suddenly I fell pregnant last year. He is now 2 months old, and until he was born and I held him in my arms I was convinced I would never see him. My daughter would be 2 in February and I miss her more than ever. I just wanted to share the poem I wrote for her when she died, in memory of her and all the joy she brought me before she had to go.
My butterfly baby flew away;
Flew far away from me.
She fluttered with velvety gentleness
Too delicate to see.
My butterfly baby sings through clouds
With butterfly baby friends.
One day she may flutter back to me
So I'll wait for her 'til the end.
My butterfly baby didn't want to go
But for all that I clasped her tight
She slipped, fluttered from my fingers,
And disappeared into the night.