Happy Fathers Day

Thinking of all those special men who have a heavy heart today.

It must be very difficult
To be a man in grief,
Since "men don't cry" and "men are strong"
No tears can bring relief.

It must be very difficult
To stand up to the test
And field the calls and visitors
So she can get some rest.

They always ask if she's all right
And what she's going through.
But seldom take his hand and ask,
"My friend, but how are you?"

He hears her crying in the night
And thinks his heart will break.
He dries her tears and comforts her,
but "stays strong" for her sake.

It must be very difficult
To start each day anew
And try to be so very brave --
He lost his baby too.

This is my heart

So here in my hands is my heart. I have taken it from where it has been hiding from all the pain, the worry, the happiness and the excitement. I have dragged it out from its safe place, the place it couldn't get damaged again, the place no possible harm could come to it. It came out kicking and screaming but my baby kept pulling and tugging, and wouldn't give up.

So here now, it slowly beats in my hands.

Open and exposed to the dangerous world.

It is very scarred from previous battles of love and loss, but the biggest and deepest cuts of all carve out four letters.

Lucy

But still it beats on. For my baby. For my babies. For the little girl I held in my arms nearly nine months ago.

And now for the little girl who is wriggling around inside my womb. I have fallen for her, there is no going back now. I have opened my heart to her. I love her.