I am poem

Backstory. We were given a template for a poem that we were supposed to complete at Jessica’s House. I honestly really wasn’t feeling it. So for about 10 minutes I struggled to scribble down phrases that sounded pretty together. I knew I wasn’t going to volunteer to read it anyway, so why even bother?

Then people started reading their poems. People started crying. I remembered my own heartache that I kept tucked away in a corner of my heart. So I started writing over my previous words. This time it flowed without me having to think about it. Erin, our director, was sitting next to me, so she saw me re-writing the poem. She asked if I wanted to share, and I did.

This is what I said:

“Backstory for you guys. I came into Jessica’s House saying I didn’t have any grief or significant loss to share, so I came here to learn to step into stories of grief and pain since I didn’t have any of my own. But earlier this morning I remembered a huge part of my own story. You know me as an only child, but actually my mom miscarried 8 other children, and I just forgot… until earlier today. It was like Erica said earlier… when things get triggered it’s like time slows down and you become wrapped in a bubble of your own thoughts. That’s exactly what happened to me, and then I forgot again when lunch rolled around. But after hearing some of you share, I remembered again… so yeah, here’s my poem.”

(the bolded words are the words that were already provided for us)

I wonder what you look like.

I hear the sound of my mother crying.

I see other kids playing with their siblings,

I want to do the same.


I pretend you don’t exist.

I feel like you’re watching me.

I touch the places you should be.

I worry that I’ll disappoint you.

I cry when I feel your absence.


I understand that I’ll see you again.

I say that I will honor you.

I dream that we’ll all embrace each other some day.

I try to take care of our parents.

I hope that you are proud of me.


I am not an only child.

I understand that it’s not the most poetic thing in the world… but writing this gave me an outlet to say things that I did not know needed to be said.

I have grief. The world has tried to minimize it and write it off as shallow and less significant than other losses… but I have eight people that were meant to be in my life. They are my flesh and blood. We share the same heritage. We share a bond that can be felt a lifetime away. Honestly I feel like they’re with me. Maybe they’re watching me from heaven, maybe not. But their presence is hefty, especially since their presence is defined by their absence.

I will live the rest of my life longing for a taste of what it looks like to know them. But until that can actually happen I will spend the rest of my days remembering them, and hopefully making them proud. I hope that the second I pass from this world to the next, I walk straight into the arms of the eight Verona kids. I cannot wait to meet them.

I carry grief. I have experienced loss. I have a story, and it’s important. May I never again forget that.

-Soli Deo Gloria


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