May 25, 2009 by  
Filed under Poetry

One by one
every woman I know
approaches me
carrying words

it happened to me
my mother
my sister
my best friend

four times in a row
before the baby came
once, before
I even knew

three times
over six years
and then children
healthy and perfect

just keep breathing
in and out
around the stone
you’ve swallowed

I’ve been there
I am holding you
you won’t feel this way

— Rachel Barenblat. Visit her blog, the Velveteen Rabbi, to hear her story, and also to find out how to obtain a free download of her exquisite collection of poetry about her miscarriage,Through.

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