Miscarriage

A friend of mine wrote this poem when she lost her baby a few years ago.

The Miscarriage 9/19/05

You are the size

of an eyelash

they told me

a tiny shell

vacant

in my womb

I have to wait

for the familiar

shudder

the ball of muscles

letting you go

cleaning house

making room

for another try

and then

I will be empty again

The tomb was empty

too...

and hope is still

alive

while that door stands

open.

-RK