I share my personal experience, through poetry and prose, of losing my baby-in-womb at 11 weeks. The Ripples In the immediacy of my miscarriage, where I am solely in the awareness of my body sensations, there comes a rippling effect that hugs close to the impact of that moment. This imprint is thin. Delicate. It holds to the truth of the moment, saying ever so quietly, this is the way it is. This moment is ok. There is perfectness even here. This ripple doesn’t seek to ask qu