“Death at Sea”

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miscarriage is like
a death at sea 
in the olden days,
when there was no choice but 
to throw the body 
overboard, 
and the 
mourning family would stand at the prow,
watching the body 
sink,
watching it 
slip 
away into the 
depths of an endless ocean,
knowing they would 
never 
again pass by this way,
knowing there would 
never 
be a neat little plot of land
with a headstone announcing to the world that
                    This Person Lived.

the heartache is similar,
the fear that, 
having no physical reminders,
they will be 

Forgotten.

but any person who has 
ever 
been a part of someone else,
whether in body 
or in soul ,
can never be forgotten.
our very cells cry out the daily reminder, saying
                     This Person Lived.
our lives become their headstones,
our eyes tell their stories when our lips cannot,
and our hearts pulse with the
memory of their influence,
no matter how

brief. 

©Amy Lutes, 2013.