I'm not really much of a numbers person, but it did hit me hard when Ruth wrote last night that she would have been twenty weeks pregnant with Mira this week -half way home. Except we're not.
Seems like a goot time to post the tribute poem I wrote for Mira.
Mira
Mira
Miracle
wanted baby
hope begun in winter
died before spring
wanted baby
Miracle
Mira
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