Logically, I know that it was such a short while. Had I been absent-minded I might not even have known you were ever here — just a late period perhaps.
Logically, I know that there is little that could have been done. Very early miscarriages such as these are often the result of chromosomal defects, nature’s way of keeping only the strong alive.
But it is still sad, that life can be such a brief flicker, so vanishingly small. You were the size of a lentil, you were waiting for your heart to beat.
We were so happy to have the thought of you — even if you were only a whispered secret for these eleven days. I was sure you would be a girl. I would have named you after the sea.
Perhaps the uncertainties of this early time is why everyone keeps it to themselves. But then, who would know of you, and what memory would there be?
You were here. We were happy you were here, and we are sad that you are now not.
Goodbye, little one.