The miscarriages
have no name in this world.
they are all alone ,
faraway and unapproachable.
no one to love and care for them
or
sing them a song.
they are left
to do this
on their own.
never, an identity
had,
or anything
in common with
life or
death.
no mark of
a human touch
or
a footprint
in the snow.
just
stillness
all around.
just a silent voice
echoing in
my mind………