Joanna: The Robin

I think when something dreadful happens,

You go a little mad.

Your brain shuts off and stops to function-

Better mad than sad.

You see things and you genuinely

Believe them to be true.

Like the Robin in the garden,

Who I felt was really you.

Your little soul had passed away,

Somewhere it had to go.

The Robin's ruby red breast,

So bright against the snow.

Maybe it was the colour red,

So vibrant next to white.

The reminder of the blood

And the previous sleepless night.

Maybe it was the grief,

And the sadness and despair.

My mind looking for anything

Which my heart it might repair.

But maybe just the madness,

And a fight for something real.

A place for your lost soul to live,

Some hope for me to feel.

I watched the Robin fly away

As tears welled in my eyes.

And there I decided your soul went,

To soar up in the skies.

So when I see a Robin now,

I sit and stare a while

I think of you flying high above

And that thought makes me smile.

Joanna wrote this poem following a miscarriage and has kindly allowed us publish it on Loss Through the Looking Glass. Joanna writes about her motherhood journey on her blog My Little Rays of Sunshine. You can read more about her experience of miscarriage on her post 'Our Baby's Angel'.