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Alma: To Have Existed Is Enough

My beautiful English friend, Katy, is one of the bravest people I know. Not only in how she courageously loves and lives, but in how she has faced debilitating illness. She shared that part of her story here nearly a year ago, in the beautiful post: Making Peace With A Body At War With Itself.

Last year, Katy and her wonderful hubby, Gez, lost their baby girl, Alma, through a brutally traumatic miscarriage. As I cried with Katy, I wished I could ease her pain, wished I could restore Alma to her, but of course, there was nothing I could do but share her grief.

A few days ago she sent me a poem she’d written about her Alma. I’m so honored to share it here, hoping it may bring comfort to any of you who have lost a baby. XO


I felt you one morning
In the rush of my blood
In the heat of a Cyprus November
I swam with you
Far out into sea
My little water-baby and me.

You showed up in two pink lines
In a hotel bathroom
In the chill of a British November
You made me sick at breakfast
And forced us out into the frozen morning
To breathe deep and quell the nausea.

At 7 weeks you vanished
Into the black hole of a scan
We panicked
You kept me fatigued
You were there.

At 9 weeks you were gone
The black hole gaping
Hope snatched away
In a flurry of leaflets
Surgery or medication?
Offers of condolences and cremation.

You were gone
But you refused to leave
And my body colluded with you
Refusing to bleed
Withstanding ferocious pain
And fresh rounds of medication.

We had two more days together
Quiet, helpless days
Outside of time
A place where we could both briefly be
Then the blood
Arriving in a raging torrent
Tore a searing path through me
But still you didn’t leave.

I loved you
Even as they ripped you from me
Put you in a metal tray
And carried you away

I loved you
Even as I continued to bleed
My skin turning the same pallid shade
As the scuffed linoleum
Of the examination room.

I love you still, my little water-baby.

I didn’t decide to call you Alma
But somehow you just were
You flooded my soul
And every atom of my being
With your wonder
For the brief time that you were there.

I will never stop loving you
Even as the grief comes in crashing waves
Even though my heart keeps breaking
In sharp, breathtaking ways
Because you changed every part of me

You existed, Alma, my love,
And that is enough.

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Cris - Wow. I am so sorry to hear that your friend went through this. This poem is beautiful, touching and it is at the same time a love story. I can only imagine what she went through and I wish her all the best. Thanks for sharing it. xoxo Cris

Cheryl - Crushingly sad. Very unfair. What a touching story!

Tandy | Lavender and Lime - I cannot imagine that pain of loss!

thefisherlady - hugs to this sweet mama and her Alma
Even before conception God knew you both
Psalm 139
much love

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