Glen Hope, PA USA
Balladeer, my dear poet, my empathy is with you on your loss. I understand how it must have hurt, and always the father is forgotten, the pain seems to be all the mothers pain and he is put on the back burner. Although I lost a child early on in a pregnancy, this poem was not written for myself. I actually wrote this poem for a patient who I took care of in the hospital. She came in for me, very late at night, 9 months pregnant with her first child and bleeding severly. We delivered her within 45 minutes of her arrival on the floor, she survived, but we worked on the baby for 2 hours to no avail. I bagged and gave meds the entire 2 hours and cried all the while for the pain I knew she must be going through. I almost quit my job that night. I was commended for my quick actions and thinking saving the life of the mother, but suffered terribly at the loss of the child. I did all I could have done and more in the situation, but sometimes that is not enough. I wrote this after that incident, but I could never give it to her...and I am still working in OB.
"Nobody has measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold" ~Zelda Fitzgerald