Not
Not a blob but a baby
Not foetal tissue
But flesh of my flesh
Bairn of my bone.
Not conception product
But a child, a person.
Not something to get over
But someone to grieve over
Not ‘nature red in tooth and claw’
But part of a perfect plan.
Not uncommon but not commonplace
Not replaceable,
A unique individual.
Not here with us
But safe with Him.
© Helen Dean 1993