My sister's first child, Benjamin, was still-born.
At his funeral, she chose yellow roses for his small white coffin, and we listened to Brahm's lullaby.
When my mum and sister visited me on Sunday, they brought me a miniature yellow rose plant which is now sitting on my kitchen window ledge, and I've been remembering Benjamin - so this is my 'remembrance' photo for my nephew Benjamin James, and my sister - and for anyone else who has mourned a still-born child.
You kept us all waiting
Still kicking inside past your due date.
Then finally, before sunrise, a beginning
The start of your journey into the world.
An excited drive to a hospital bed
A doctor, a monitor
No heartbeat.
A birth, with no life
A long labour, full of pain
Mourning, not celebrating.
You died before you were even born
For you there was no first gulp of air
No squinting at the brightness
No first cry
Born sleeping
