Double cherry

When we were


I told on her

And another one of

Our friends for

Being slightly


About my

New blue blazer.

She was in my class

Very smart

Straight A’s

All the way.

Like me

She struggled

With her body image

Like me

She had a wild heart

That loved the wrong men

Like me

She was ambitious, strong

Worked long, rose high

Like me

Her baby died

And as I stood by her side

As she said goodbye

I wished that we were


Has anyone close to you also had a baby or babies that died? How did that affect you in your own grief?