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Are you mine? A poem on stillbirth




You are mine

You little heart that beats

Inside of me.


My little one

My special secret

My little life

My neshama

My tzaddik

My potential prodigy


You are mine

A gift

Wrapped from Hashem

Packaged in me

I feel it in my soul


But then your little heart

My little heart



He wished it so


You returned to Him

Precious and Pure

Unstained and Unsullied

By the ink of this world


My little one


You were



Can you just leave me

A deep aching chasm

In the valley of my heart?


My precious neshama

Go to Hashem near the kisei Hakoved

Where you;

Unstained and unsullied

By the ink and filth and dirt

Of this world

Most certainly are


Beg Him

Plead with Him

We should know no more pain


For now,

Hashem has taught me

כל זמן שהנשמה בקרבי

מודה אני לפניך


For life is not mine

It is His




Neshama: soul

Tzaddik: Righteous person

kisei hakavod: G-d’s Throne of Glory


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