Love, life, and everything in between.

Miscarriage. (Through the eyes of a child)

Mom, I don't know how you feel and I don't know what to say. Yet, it pains me to see you suffer day by aching day. I hear you cry at night and plead to God "why me?". I feel the emptiness in the house. The silence of something that should've or could be. I heard you scream and cry in pain. I'm with you through this too mom. I cried when you cried. I hurt just as much as you did. I see that your empty. Don't blame yourself mom for what the man upstairs wanted. Just know that we'll get through this together. In rainy or sunny weather. ~K