Miscarriage

They said it wasn’t her fault.
These things happen, they said.

She stared out the windows
to the playing fields ahead

she saw her son play ball,
he looked at peace.

She saw his first step,
she caught him before he fell,

she watched him grow up,
turn into a man.

But he still came running to her
like he had as a lad.

She saw him get married,
with sons of his own to have.

She saw them pick up his limp body,
she saw them shake their heads

This poem is based on an actual event. It may seem amaturish but the emotions behind it were hard to put into words.