The Unknown Dead
How can you mourn the unknown dead?
How do you grieve for one who never lived?
How do you name your loss?
She is only a few months old;
Life is so simple.
I pick her up,
Her soft, round body swings high in the air.
We make silly sounds and smile.
I hold her gently but tightly,
Body to body.
How do I bury my unborn baby?
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