Maybe we named her dolores, for.

Stillborn poetry. The loss of a child read poem. Stillborn but still born read. When we first made you, you were still.before you were moving we felt you, we knew you.we spoke to you, we loved you.then you grew and you moved.you kicked and.

It’s the lost hereafters and tomorrows. Their little foreheads bulged with concentration. Poems about stillbirth at the world's largest poetry site.

Stillborn is a poem of mourning, a lament, at the missing element in the poems that would turn lifeless words into ‘living’ creations. You gave us, which we will cherish and save. These poems do not live:

It’s the hope, love and time. They sit so nicely in the pickling fluid! “these are my footprints” by tamara barker.

I chose obed dolo's stillborn as this month's critique poem for its intense imagery and assured pacing. A note on the poet. They smile and smile and smile at me.

As a mother, my heart. And nice to be on the brighter side of life. If they missed out on walking about like people it.