This poem was written for the letter Q as part of my A to Z of Babyloss.
Why did he die?
How did it happen?
When did he leave me?
Where could I have gone wrong?
What should I have done differently?
Why can't I have a funeral?
How am I going to say goodbye?
When can I be allowed to grieve?
Where do other parents go to talk?
What do I say when people want to know?
Why should I be OK?
How am I supposed to move on?
When will I feel like myself again?
Where can I go to find help and support?
What will my life be like, it can't ever be the same.