Empty

DFO: Herb Huseland’s son, Brian, wrote the following poem after he and his wife, Jennifer, recently lost a child through miscarriage.

A new twig on the tree
But no leaves budding,
Unfurling miniature fingers.
Spring has come,
But brittle branches
Stretch with barren stiffness
Poised for nothing?
This little limb meant more.
The ache of sap rises in my bones,
Leaks into tears, small sighs
For small deaths;
Not for what is,
But for what could have been. More here .

Brian Huseland