For My Child.

This blog is not just for scary stuff, I'll also be posting poems, sketches, musings and general nonsense which seems to fall out of my head.

Ten years ago we were ecstatic when we discovered we were going to have a baby.  our daughter was 3 and we had been trying for our second for a couple of months.  We spent the weekend in York and had a wonderful time.  When we returned home, my wife began to feel unwell, and without going into too much detail we experienced a miscarriage.  The next morning I woke and wrote this.  I've kept it in my wallet since that time, and through discussion with my wife I'm writing it online for the first time.  If you have experienced or are experiencing this awful time, I hope it helps.

My Child,

I'll never see you floating contently in the womb

I'll never see the faces as I show you to the room

I'll never change your nappy or hold you in the bath

I'll never get to hear you cry, I'll never hear you laugh

I'll never ask how your day has been or pick you up from school

I'll never have you help your Dad or teach you all the rules

I'll never help to mend your heart the first time it gets broken

I'll never get to shake my head when you tell me you are smoking

I'll never get the chance to see you start in your career

I'll never get to tell you that I always will be here

I'll never feel the sadness as you set off on your own

I'll never feel the pride as you set up in your first home

I'll never meet your partner or your children and their friends

I'll never get to be appalled as you wear the latest trends

I'll never get to see your face

I wish I could have met you

But of all the things I never will,

I never will forget you.

Dad. X