I am honored to call the poetess who wrote this poem my dear friend.  She is wonderfully talented and gifted at being able to put into words what so many women feel after they have lost their angels.

Feathers on the Wind
by Gwen Flowers

my hopes and dreams
Like feathers on the wind,
Scattered, floating,
none left to attend
This broken heart,
this vacant, hollow womb.
Dismantled plans
Locked in a silent tomb.
Plans and preparations
we had made.
With confidence and innocence,
We prayed.
Hopes and plans for the blessing
god would send
Now swept away
like feathers on the wind.