Mother of Daisies

15/10/2025

October 15 here in NZ today and is internationally recognized as Pregnancy and Infant Loss Remembrance Day (also called Pregnancy & Infant Loss Awareness Day), to honor babies lost to miscarriage, stillbirth, SIDS, or neonatal death. Today, we pause to remember the tiny lives who left the biggest spaces in our hearts.
To every parent who carries a love story that ended too soon — your strength, your tears, your hope, and your courage are seen.
You are never alone in your remembering. 💗💙

21/06/2025

Someone once told me that the loved ones we’ve lost handpick the babies we’re meant to carry.
That before we even knew we were pregnant, they were already loving our child from a place we can’t see.
A place just beyond the veil.

Maybe that’s why some babies feel like home.
Like holding them is somehow a reunion.
Like your heart is remembering something it forgot it was missing.

I like to believe that someone I had to say goodbye to
Got the chance to say hello to my baby first.
That love is passed down soul to soul.
And that’s why this bond feels so much bigger than just us.

It’s not just biology alone.
It’s legacy.
It’s magic.
It’s love that never left.

*credit to author

09/02/2025

"A Part of Me Died"💔
It didn’t kill me, but something changed,
A piece of me lost, forever estranged.
I walked away, yet not the same,
A shadowed soul, a quiet flame.
That day took part of who I was,
Left me searching, without cause.
I carry on, but feel the void,
A heart once whole, now destroyed.
It didn’t end me, but I’m not whole—
An echo remains, deep in my soul.
I’m here, I breathe, but truth denied—
A part of me, that day, quietly died.

20/01/2025

Sometimes, just close your eyes & not try so hard. Just sit in the moment

05/12/2023

28/07/2023

BEING A MOTHER WHO HAS LOST A CHILD
There’s an order that life is supposed to follow.

An order of breaths we are supposed to take,
as if we are passing a torch from one generation to the next.

And our torch is supposed to go out before our child’s flame is extinguished.

We are supposed to watch them take their first breath.
But not their last.

We are supposed to hear the thud-thud of their heart when it starts beating.
But never the silence when it stops.

That heart that we once carried inside of us. That breath that we gave them. That life that we kept safe, protected.

So when the order of life is disrupted,
when their torch goes out before yours,
it is as if you too have been robbed of your breath
and as if your heart has stopped beating as well.

There is nothing that can make it less painful.
You would happily blow out your flame if it meant theirs could burn.

But you can’t. Even though that’s how it should be.

So all you can do is carry them inside you -
like you did once before.
Except now they have to stay in your heart forever.

And though it hurts,
just know that they are safe there.
They are protected.

Because a mother’s love is unending.
Because it burns forever with every breath you take and
with every beat your heart makes.

Because a mother’s love
is a flame that can
never
be extinguished.

💕 Beautifully written by Becky Hemsley 💕

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23/07/2023

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