She doesn’t want to hear

 She doesn’t want to hear

“at least it was early”
“at least you can try again”
“at least you already have kids”

She doesn’t want to be told it was “meant to be”
or that “God needed another angel”
or that she’ll be “fine in time”

She wants someone to sit with her in the silence
To say “I’m so sorry” without trying to fix it
To remind her this wasn’t her fault
To let her grief be real, heavy, and valid

Because when a baby is lost
even if no one else got to meet them
a mother already knew them
and already loved them
and that love doesn’t go away