there were angel wings at the door.

downstairs, the waiting area was filled with balloons ~

“It’s a Girl!  Congratulations!” or “It’s a Boy!” or “Twins!”

on the 3rd floor, Labor and Delivery,

a mother sits upon her bed

and between her legs lay her newborn baby girl.

no cries come from her child,

only from the mother

and from the father nearby.

what was to be,

isn’t.

who was to be,

won’t.

and there were angel wings at the door.

I write to process what’s in my head.  And if that can help someone stop and think for a second, then that’s all good.  Tonight I photographed a deceased newborn baby girl as part of my volunteer work with Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep, a network of volunteer photographers who donate their time and services to families experiencing the loss of a newborn infant.  Sometimes it is all we can do, to donate what we know, to give what we possess, to share our gifts.  If there is something you can share, I encourage you to do so.  You will be blessed by more than you give.

prayers for all the children lost today.

A