
I wrote this poem back in June of 2025, which was the month we had our first miscarriage — our dear Baby Hope. It was a bit too raw to publish then … it invited too much public pain and acknowledgement. But miscarriages often get hidden, swept under the rug, kept secret in solitary pain.
This isn’t necessarily wrong or sinful in and of itself; it might be that those experiencing it just never feel up to sharing. But at the same time, there are so many who go through this that it is shocking it is not talked about more. I thank the Lord for my family, friends, and church who loved us through this experience … but I’m still left with lament.
So here is this poem. For myself, my wife, my daughters, my family, and for you — if you have experienced miscarriage, you are not alone, and it’s ok to still hurt … I know I do.
There are things I wish to have told you
About life beyond your room
But I’ll have to settle for secret prayers
Since you never got to bloom
—
I’ll never see you run and play
I’ll never hold your little hand
I’ll never see you end the day
I’ll never tuck you into sleepy land
—
Promises light as a feather’s touch
Blown away by the winds of life
Like dandelions on the breeze
I make wishes from prayers of strife
—
I’ll never see you run and play
I’ll never hold your little hand
I’ll never see you end the day
I’ll never tuck you into sleepy land
—
Your life a seed entombed so soon
Never given water to rise
The dirt received you eagerly
Before you even opened up your eyes
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I’ll never see you run and play
I’ll never hold your little hand
I’ll never see you end the day
I’ll never tuck you into sleepy land
—
The saddest bit for me today
Is how much I know I missed
I’ll never hear your little giggle
So many tears I never kissed
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I’ll never see you run and play
I’ll never hold your little hand
I’ll never see you end the day
I’ll never tuck you into sleepy land
—
But one day, I do believe
I have to believe it’s true
That I’ll wake up far away
And I’ll be standing next to you
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I’ll never see you run and play
I’ll never hold your little hand
I’ll never see you end the day
I’ll never tuck you into sleepy land
Lord … be with all of us who have lost those we love too soon. Be with those who have lost those they love. Be with parents, spouses, siblings, sons, daughters, and grandparents who are in pain. Be present, Lord … sometimes that’s all we want.


Amen. Sorry for your loss.
13 En esto conocemos que permanecemos en él, y él en nosotros, en que nos ha dado de su Espíritu. Zack, El Espiritu de Dios esta en ti, solo asi se puede superar algo tan dificil, pero siempre tendremos la esperanza de conocer a ese hijo en la eternidad donde El Señor nos permitira en tender el proposito de vivir circunstancias tan dificiles. Te amaos¡¡ Un abrazo