Echoes of the Heart: An Anthology of Losing a Baby Poems
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Losing A Baby Poems
The moment you hear a heartbeat, the world stands still; a tiny life, so full of promise, begins its journey alongside your own.
But for some, that heartbeat becomes a memory far too soon.
Losing a baby is an experience that defies words, leaving a silence that echoes through the hearts of mothers and families.
In this collection of "losing a baby poems," we embrace the tender narratives of those touched by this profound loss. From the grieving mom and dad, to the child who passed, the sibling left to wonder, and the grandmother whose arms ache for a grandchild they never got to hold, these poems reflect the myriad of emotions that come with such a loss.
As we share these verses, know that you are not alone in your journey. Whether you're a mother seeking solace, a father looking for understanding, a family member trying to support, or simply a friend reaching out, these "losing a baby poems" are a tribute to the love and pain intertwined in the delicate dance of mourning. These poems are here for the holidays that carry a tinge of sadness and for the everyday moments that whisper of what could have been.
Our hope is that within these lines, you'll find a gentle hand to hold and a compassionate heart that understands.
For The Holidays
I'm Spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this Year
~Author Unknown~
I see the countless Christmas trees,
Around the world below.
With tiny lights, like heaven's stars,
Reflecting in the snow.
The sight is so spectacular,
Please wipe away that tear.
For I'm spending Christmas,
With Jesus Christ this year.
I hear the many Christmas songs,
That people hold so dear.
But earthly music can't compare,
With the Christmas choir up here.
I have no words to tell you,
The joy their voices bring.
For it’s beyond description,
To hear the angels sing.
I know how much you miss me,
Trust God and have no fear
For I'm spending Christmas,
With Jesus Christ this year.
I can't tell you of the splendor
Or the peace here in this place.
Can you imagine Christmas,
With our Savior, face to face?
May God uplift your spirit
As I tell Him of your love.
Then pray one for another,
As you lift your eyes above.
So let your hearts be joyful,
And let your spirits sing.
For I'm Spending Christmas in Heaven,
And I'm walking with the King.
For The Mother Who Suffered Miscarriage
In the Quiet Space
In the quiet space where life once stirred within,
A silent ache begins where joy had been.
The whispers of a future now unseen,
Carry the weight of dreams that might have been.
In the grip of loss, where shadows loom,
My heart contends with an all-consuming gloom.
Yet in this wrestle with unyielding night,
A still, small voice assures that He is light.
"Even death can't separate God's love from me,"
In this refrain, I find a plea, a key.
The truth of His goodness, hard to see,
Becomes the anchor for my soul, my plea.
For every tear that from my eyes doth fall,
Is caught by Him who felt the weight of all.
"Even death can't separate God's love from me,"
In whispered courage, I begin to see.
Through the turmoil of this stormy sea,
His promises are lighthouses to me.
Though now it seems His face is turned away,
I stand on faith that night will turn to day.
With each new sunrise, I begin to glean,
That His love endures, through the unseen.
"Even death can't separate God's love from me,"
In this, I find strength and certainty.
The pain of loss, it ebbs and flows like tides,
But His steadfast love forever abides.
And though my womb is empty, heart bereft,
In His embrace, I've not really left.
"Even death can't separate God's love from me,"
This truth a balm, for a heart set free.
Through miscarriage's pain, I'm slowly learning,
In His goodness, the eternal yearning.
And one day, when all tears are wiped away,
When I stand in His presence, come what may,
I'll see the love that carried me through strife,
And thank Him for the life beyond this life.
From a Father’s Perspective
Strength For The Sorrow
In the quiet of the night, I watch her tears,
A cascade of grief for our baby not here.
My heart, it breaks for the life we won't know,
For the steps untaken, the seeds unsown.
I stand beside her, feeling so small,
Knowing it's Jesus who must heal it all.
When He rights the wrongs, and pain He'll undo,
I pray for the peace only He can imbue.
"Lord, grant me strength, grant me wisdom to lead,
Through valleys so deep, where our hearts do bleed.
The road is long, with sorrow we contend,
But together we'll walk it, to the very end."
In the silence, I marvel at such a cost,
That God gave His son, for the broken, the lost.
It humbles my soul, this sacrifice divine,
A Father's love, through the corridors of time.
I lift my eyes to the heavens above,
Asking for guidance, for patience, for love.
To be the rock for my family in need,
To plant hope and faith with each word, each deed.
And in this journey, through each tear-stained day,
We hold to the promise that grief will not stay.
For there comes a time, when death shall be beat,
In the presence of God, as we lay at His feet.
Oh, the joy on that day, when we'll see our child's face,
In a land where death is but a vanished trace.
We'll hold them close, with no fear of goodbyes,
Under the gentle watch of the Father's eyes.
So I pray for us now, in this time of despair,
That we feel the comfort of Jesus so near.
For the road is rough, and the night is long,
But in His embrace, we are ever strong.
From A Mother’s Heart
A sonnet to my baby in heaven
In Heaven's embrace, my sweet angel above,
You rest in peace, bathed in boundless love.
Though absent in body, you're close in my heart,
Our souls are entwined, never to part.
I yearn for your touch, your laughter, your smile,
Yet find solace in knowing, just for a while,
We're separated by time, not by love's decree,
For in spirit, together, forever we'll be.
In Jesus' warm arms, I trust you're secure,
A promise of solace, of love, and of pure
Eternal joy, where no sorrows remain,
Where we'll reunite, free from all pain.
Though tears may fall, and my heart feels the weight,
In His grace, I find hope, in His love, I find faith.
You're my precious treasure, my light from above,
In Jesus, I'll find healing, and endless, boundless love.
For My Baby’s Birthday
I wrote this poem on my late son’s 8th birthday. It was inspired by a memory I had of something that happened a few months after my son passed away. I think I was cleaning the bathrooms and I was I so sad… so sad. And I was mad. Then I let that anger fester and I said in my heart, “This isn’t fair! You must not be a very good God since you took my son!”
And rather than the Holy Spirit answering my heart’s cry, it was like God pulled back the curtain between us and heaven and let my little Jack tell me something: “Mom, you can’t say that! God is more amazing than you can imagine! He’s…” But before he could begin telling me what it’s like to be in His presence, it was like God lovingly put his finger to his lips with a gentle shhh then said, “She will know in time.” Then they both smiled, knowing that God always keeps his promises.
My knees buckled as my back slid down against the wall, and I wept for the mercy of God. He always meets me in my need.
Sweet Whispers of Trust
In whispered dreams beneath the solemn sky,
A mother's heart to heaven softly sighs,
“Would that I could have seen your bright-eyed gaze,
On birthdays bright, in every candle's blaze.”
And from beyond, where angels softly tread,
A tender voice, to soothe the aching dread,
“You can trust God, He's better than you dream,
I know, I know, 'tis true, though hard it seems.”
Through holidays where laughter should have spilled,
An empty chair, a space that's never filled,
“I'd paint your joy on every festive day,
Your colors bright, in every splendid way.”
But echoes come, a balm for silent cries,
“You can trust God, He's kind,” the sweet reply,
“I know, I know, His canvas holds your hue,
In strokes of love, He paints a place for you.”
And in the quiet lull of every night,
Where hugs and kisses would make darkness light,
“I long to hold you, feel your tender weight,”
A mother's wish, the hour growing late.
The gentle words like stars that softly gleam,
“You can trust God, He's holding all your dreams,
I know, I know, in His embrace I soar,
In love's eternal home, forevermore.”
With teddy bears unheld, in rooms so still,
A playful dance, a gap we long to fill,
“I'd watch you play, my heart's beloved child,
In innocence, so free, so undefiled.”
Yet from a place where little ones do play,
The voice returns, “You can trust God, each day,
I know, I know, He's good, and I am free,
In fields of joy, where one day you'll find me.”
In every whispered wish, in tears that stream,
The echoed truth, a constant, steady theme,
“You can trust God, He's better than you know,
I know, I know, in Him, all mercies flow.”
So in the embrace of grief and grace combined,
We seek solace in the One forever kind,
For through the veil, the words are soft and clear,
“You can trust God, He's close, He's always near.
I know, I know, for in His love, we grow.”
In The Midst Of Pain
Have you felt like your faith might fail after miscarriage or infant loss? I did. I remember one moment in particular as we continued to get bad news about our baby. I wanted to despair. But the Holy Spirit reminded me that Jesus prays for me that my faith would not fail. Not faith in the doctors, but faith in Jesus - faith in God! This poem is inspired by that moment of Jesus meeting me in my need.
Jesus Prays for Me
In the cradle of night where silence lies,
A heart mourns where a baby's laughter dies.
The whisper of the Spirit, soft and low,
"Jesus prays for thee, amidst thy woe."
Turmoil churns where peace did once reside,
Tides of sorrow, in which all hope seems to hide.
Flesh yearns for sight, for proof to see,
Yet the heart whispers, "In the unseen, be free."
Jesus prays for me, so I can trust,
Through storms and shadows, in Him I must.
Each step unsure, each breath a plea,
In the unseen, His hand guides me.
Even when my soul sought shadows to roam,
Jesus pursued with love, calling me home.
He whispered of a love, steadfast and true,
A love that bled, that bore all things anew.
The world proclaims love in joy and mirth,
Forgets the love proven in pain and dearth.
But when my life's pain did most bitterly bite,
I saw His love, in the cross's light.
Jesus prays for me, I will trust Him,
His love, a relentless, pursuing hymn.
In the grip of grace, where all is lost,
I find His love, at such great cost.
So let my soul in this truth delight,
Jesus prays for me, in the darkest night.
I trust Him and I love Him, this refrain I'll sing,
Glory to God alone, my Savior, my King.
For The Loss Of A Baby Girl
Leaning into Grace
In the silence where laughter should have graced,
A hollow wind through empty space,
"How shall I walk, my baby girl, without you by my side?
The path unshared, the journey far and wide."
But though this pain makes standing oh so hard,
I lean into the Almighty, I guard,
My heart with faith, though broken, yet still grand,
I lean, I lean hard, into His sovereign hand.
His character, a fortress strong and sure,
In learning this, my hope becomes secure,
A forward gaze, through tears that daily fall,
To the day I stand before Him, standing tall.
For now, it's painful, shadows stretch and grow,
Yet, in His promise, a future hope does flow,
"Thank you, Lord, for the dawn that you prepare,
Where Jesus greets, and wipes each tear, with care."
For The Loss Of A Baby Boy
Jesus Sees, Jesus Hears, Jesus Cares
How long until I see my boy again?
The days stretch out, a silent, aching span.
I trace the echoes of his fleeting breath,
And clutch the void, the cruel sting of death.
Yet in this vale of tears, none falls in vain,
For Jesus sees, and He collects the pain.
Each droplet in His bottle safely kept,
Jesus hears, Jesus cares, with love adept.
He's done something about it, so divine,
On Calvary, where love and sorrow twine.
The cross, the grave, where every loss He bore,
Jesus sees, and in His seeing, restores.
The last enemy, a shadow soon destroyed,
Its victory void, as by the Light annoyed.
I stand in hope, for on that glorious day,
My tears will dry, the night will flee away.
Jesus sees, Jesus hears, He's paved the way,
To a new heaven and earth, in bright array.
There, in His presence, my son's laughter rings,
And death, defeated, to life forever clings.
We'll rejoice, and with angels' praises blend,
For Jesus, our Savior, death's bitter end.
In that eternal dawn, so pure and bright,
Where Jesus reigns, and all is set aright.
A Sibling’s Perspective
A Child’s Faith After Loss
I dreamed of days with laughter, bright and grand,
A best friend in my sibling, hand in hand.
We'd build tall towers reaching to the sky,
And in our make-believe, we'd fly so high.
The day mom sat me down, her eyes so sad,
She spoke of heaven, where no one is bad.
"My dear, your friend has journeyed on before,
To play on stars and moonbeams, forevermore."
"If Jesus helps my mommy in her sadness,
Then I believe He'll guide me through this madness.
For in my heart, I feel a gentle pull,
Jesus can help me too, His grace is full."
We would have ventured through the deepest seas,
Fought dragons brave, and soared on gentle breeze.
Yet now I play amidst the silent air,
Pretending that my baby's still right there.
"If Jesus helps my mommy, soft and true,
Then surely He can help a small child too.
I miss my playmate with each passing day,
But trust that Jesus hears me when I pray."
The blocks, they fall, no laughter in their wake,
But in my heart, a hope no night can take.
For in His love, I find a peace so sweet,
Believing we will one day truly meet.
"If Jesus helps my mommy, kind and wise,
He'll dry the silent tears from little eyes.
And though I long for hands to hold and see,
I trust in Him, for He takes care of me."
So in this waiting, in my dreams so vast,
I hold to faith that's strong enough to last.
With every block, with every game of dress,
I feel a love that's more, though I have less.
A Grandmother’s Perspective
I wrote this poem for my mom whom I know felt the pain and brokenness of losing baby Jack as much as I did. She was with us from the moment my son took his first breath till his last. I thank God for my mom and the faith He has gifted her.
A Grandmother’s Faith-Filled Song of Sorrow
In the twilight of my years, I stand beside,
My child, now grown, yet in grief, they abide.
Why, oh Lord, did you let this sorrow be?
Would I could bear their pain, set their heart free.
I miss the laughter I had yet to hear,
The smiles and giggles that should have been near.
Tiny hands that should have grasped my finger tight,
A grandchild's joy, now absent from my sight.
Yet, in the depths where my soul feels so weak,
A whisper comes to give the strength I seek.
"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me,
And that includes have faith when pain is all I see."
I wrestle with the questions, with the pain,
Would do all to spare them from this strain.
Yet, within this storm, His promise is my plea,
"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me."
To hold my grandbaby, to see their sweet smile,
It's every grandparent's wish, a love without guile.
But now I look to skies, where angels might be,
And trust in Him, for He holds what I cannot see.
In every tear my child sheds, my own heart bleeds,
Yet I stand in faith, among the broken reeds.
For in His Word, a fortress strong and mighty,
"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me."
So we walk together, through the valley so deep,
Where memories are sown, that heaven will keep.
And I cling to the hope, to the cross, to Calvary,
"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me."
And in this holding on, in the night's cold sweep,
I find a strength, His promise ever to keep.
For though I long to hold what was meant to be,
"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me."
We've journeyed together through landscapes of the heart that only those who have experienced the loss of a baby truly understand. Each of these "losing a baby poems" is a testament to the enduring bond between parent and child, a bond not even loss can sever.
As you continue to navigate through your healing, may these verses be your companions, affirming that your feelings are valid, your grief is honored, and your baby's life, however brief, is cherished.
In the sharing of these "losing a baby poems," our intention is to offer a space where sorrow is shared and the burden of loss feels seen, heard, and understood — even if just for a moment. May the solidarity found in these words from the perspective of moms, dads, siblings, and grandparents bring you a measure of comfort and peace.
Thank you for allowing us to be part of your journey. Remember, even in the quietest moments, you are never alone.
Soli Deo Gloria,
Kathy
*Unless otherwise noted, poems are by Kathy Clum.
As a mom who’s suffered the loss of my baby, I know deep heart pain.
I tried to run from God, but he convinced me of his love and comforted my heart with hope and healing in Jesus.
Now, it’s my mission to share this same comfort with others who’ve experienced the pain of miscarriage and infant loss.
— Kathy
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