Intro: In May 2005, I discovered I was 8 weeks pregnant. A little short of 2 months later, I had my second miscarriage. This poem was written while I was still in hospital.
She would have had red hair,
And green eyes
Just like me.
Not ginger red hair,
But hair
That glinted red
In the sunshine.
Maybe
She would have inherited
Her Dad's chest weakness,
Leaving me,
Listening,
For every raspy breath
As she slept.
She would have had
My strong will,
Determination,
And a sparkle,
That made her eyes
Shine.
Maybe,
Her first words
Would have been
'Carpenters'
And her Dad
Would roll his eyes!
Maybe,
Though,
More seriously,
She would have said
'Mummy'.