A reader asked me how to help siblings deal with their grief over a miscarriage. I don't have any answers. I thought instead that I'd share a poem that my 10 year old daughter, Hannah, wrote moments after I came home from the hospital.
My Dear Little Brother
by Hannah Benjamin
Eyes that may have been blue.
Hair that I think was black too.
Sad that we never met.
But I feel like I know you so well.
I know that you are looking down on us.
Tall and strong, but not enough.
My dear little brother,
I love you so much.
