Infants Remembered In Silence (IRIS) - Poems

I'm a Mother of Four

I’m a mother of four, not a mother of three,
Three are ate home, one you can’t see.

I love my kids with all my heart,
it hurts so much to be apart.

If I was to die, would my family change?
Would all of a sudden birth order rearrange?

No, I am the youngest of four. .. always,
if I die, the third child stays.

It hurts so much to have to lie,
why did my baby have to die?

Baby four didn’t replace baby three,
someone will always be missing from me.

“How many kids do you have?” They ask.
I shudder, before I take on the task.

Four I reply and I hold my breath,
please no more questions, I can hide the death.

“Four?” they respond. You are so busy and young.
I freeze, do I take it further now that it has begun?

I wish I was busier with all four at home,
My baby has died, it hurts in my body and bones.

I am a mother of four not a mother of three,
Three are at home, one you can’t see.

To lose a child hurts more than you know,
I will never hear her laugh, never see her grow.

My daughter Faith died before her time,
but she is my baby, she will always be mine.

Losing a child is unbearable, especially for a mother.
The pain is so bad, can’t compare to another.

I am a mother of four not a mother of three,
Three are at home, one you can’t see.

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