Introduction to the toughest words I have ever written:
There are some stories a heart never plans to tell — because speaking to them feels like reopening a wound that never really healed. Yet, within that ache lives love so pure, it deserves to be remembered.
This poem is for my little one, whose heartbeat I once carried beneath my own. Though his time with us was brief, his presence changed everything. Writing these words is my way of holding him again — in memory, in spirit, in love that never left.
The Poem
The first flicker of your being,
the first time we felt you —
so unplanned, yet so wonderful.
We were unsure, yet so sure:
our lives were about to change.
The honour of being parents
was going to be ours.
I carried your heartbeat
like a secret lullaby.
I loved singing to you;
your dad would read to you.
But everything changed in a moment.
Thirty-four weeks old in my womb —
and you were gone.
I felt you one moment,
the next, you slipped away.
We named you Aabhas,
long before you were born.
And that’s what you left us with —
a feeling.
A feeling of love,
of care,
of something so real it still lingers.
You never cried.
I could never hold you.
But the feeling stayed.
I could never forget you,
never love you less.
The next day, I left the hospital
with empty hands —
no tears,
just a heart filled with love.
Somedays, in a hushed silence,
I still think of you.
Maybe you weren’t meant to stay,
but you taught me so much.
Some goodbyes aren’t closures —
they transform you.
They shape you
into someone new.
Janhavi’s Heart poured
A Moms love …..is never lost
Now i am a proud mommy of a 13-year-old boy who is Special and fabulous in every way. A brilliant compassionate and loving boy.
I guess its my way of letting go of the burden i have carried for the longest time ever. But no i am not sharing for anyone to feel sorry for me. I am a strong girl and my only and biggest support has been my husband in thick and thin.
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