Aujourd'hui j'ai "fêter" l'anniversaire d'Evan. J'ai la chance d'avoir 4 très bonnes copines qui ont rempli leurs attestions au mieux et qui sont venues au parc masquées. Nous avons allumé une bougie, une entre elles a lu le poème en bas et nous avons pris un moment de réfléchir à la vie qu'il aurait pu avoir. Après il y avait un gâteau d'anniversaire fait par une cinquième qui n'a pas pu être là.
Today I "celebrated" Evan's birthday. I'm lucky to have 4 very good friends who filled out the paperwork the best they could and who came masked to the park. We lit candles, one of them read the poem below and we took a moment to reflect on the life that he could have had. Afterwards there was a birthday cake made by a fifth friend who couldn't be there.
One More
No-one is telling me I must say goodbye
No doctor is saying that my baby has died
'Cos I can lose a foetus
I can lose a pregnancy
I can lose my car-keys
But I don't lose a baby
Because I know that heartbeat meant favourite books
I know I've missed out on more cheeky looks
More giggles, more gurgles, more hands on faces
More wellies, more tantrums, more public disgraces
My baby, it didn't carry wrong
And I don't hold badly
But it's fine to tell me that I did mis-carry
Miss the mark, miss the target, miss my chance
Raising up questions as I throw up my hands
Not even a leaflet thrust in my hand about how this hurts and about how you understand
Just an assurance that there'll be another
But who moves on quickly?
Not me, not a mother
Perhaps it is some comfort to hear 1 in 4
But my family is 2 and there should be 1 more
Thank goodness I know that these little dots I'll treasure
They are treasured
They are not lost
Nicola Pike
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