Most often invisible
Too often wrapped in silence
Born Still
Here we are ...
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Likely having never met, unknown to each other
And yet now somehow sharing unimagined common ground
The sorrow of a child stillborn, born still
To you, your family, someone you know well
I greet you with this knowing, of those who walk this path
I have created this meeting virtual place
As I did with the poetic memoir Invisible Earthquake
In honour of my only daughter
Iman (Faith) Bongiwe (Gratitude) Ndlovu
Born and buried on 3rd of January 2003
Far wider and deeper than just our bereft family
Not only did her passing change my life irrevocably
But I could not have foreseen how
This traumatic and profoundly personal experience
Could be of service to others or offer something useful
Into what can feel like the increasingly lonely void of grief
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To tell our story, to hold space for listening to others
To speak where many are silenced by their own grief
Or those around them struggling to find ways to accept
To make sense of what has happened when a baby dies
As a mother and a writer-poet, I also understand that words
Are not enough, not always necessary
And many times the last thing you need
So I offer this sacred space in remembrance
Of our little girl and millions of women and families
All over the world, who are seeking connection
With those who know, even in the unspoken
May be a place of resonance, comfort and quiet recollection
As well as useful and uplifting information
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