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LAce Posted Tuesday, August 25th, 2009
Miscarried Again
Jessica Taylor

You haven't lived until you've miscarried at work.
Flush twice so they won't see
The hope that is draining out of you.

Last week I had a thrilling secret,
This week I catch the remains of one.

HSG, declining beta HCG and progesterone,
I am an infertility text book case
and incredulous.

My dear family, I do know
That there are support groups,
But I actually prefer to bleed silently at my desk.

And to attend to my direct reports.
Once I thought April was the cruelest month...
August now holds a candle.

Comments [post a comment]

Posted by jocelyn johnson on Wednesday, August 26th, 2009 at 8:10 AM
Man, this hurts. Truly. This is an arresting poem, a poem I will think about all day. (And send good thoughts your way.)

Posted by Donna Levy [ donnachka@cox.net ] on Wednesday, August 26th, 2009 at 9:37 AM
Beautifully done. The few words say it all poignantly. Love, Donna

Posted by SALOME DAMON on Wednesday, December 2nd, 2009 at 2:52 AM
Here I can truly say I have been there (twice, too) and was saddened again by reading this poem. To write brings scant relief, but out it must.



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