Little one we loved, we met you first in your mother's womb.
The echoes opened your tiny form layer by layer: skull, brain circle of Willis; vertebrae, heart, lungs.
You were dying.
The ocean rushed in our ears. Our hearts stopped. Yours never let us know you, little one we loved; we met you only in your mother's womb.
Schiedermayer DL. When We Met (for Katie). JAMA. 1983;249(18):2468. doi:10.1001/jama.1983.03330420024026
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