Background: When I miscarried in 2002, I wrote four poems to express my experience. I wish there had a been a ritual and community for handling it. The poems below are designed to be read by female friends surrounding the person who has miscarried just before she immerses in the mikvehThe ritual bath. The waters of the mikveh symbolically purify – they are seen as waters of rebirth. A convert immerses in the mikveh as part of conversion. Many Orthodox married women go to the mikveh following their period and before resuming sexual relations. Couples go to the mikveh before being married. Many, including some men, immerse before Yom Kippur; some go every Friday before Shabbat..
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SarahThe first matriarch, wife of Abraham, and mother of Isaac, whom she birthed at the age of 90. Sarah, in Rabbinic tradition, is considered holy, beautiful, and hospitable. Many prayers, particularly the Amidah (the central silent prayer), refer to God as Magen Avraham – protector of Abraham. Many Jews now add: pokehd or ezrat Sarah – guardian or helper of Sarah.
November 16, 2002Â Â
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I know why Sarah laughed
She laughedÂ
because she hadÂ
given up
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So many miscarriages
Decades worthÂ
Bleeding and bleedingÂ
and no life
Disappointment, painÂ
sadness, aloneness
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She was a leaderÂ
who hid her painÂ
because they only wantedÂ
to know of her strengthÂ
and joy
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Here I amÂ
descendant of SarahÂ
because in the endÂ
she did birth a childÂ
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Here I am
cryingÂ
for the unimaginableÂ
intensity of her sufferingÂ
andÂ
for mine tooÂ
I’m tired and wound up
And I’m looking for some peace
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Unpregnant
November 19, 2002Â Â
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November 19, 2002Â Â
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I know why Sarah laughed
Sarah laughed because she had given up
Cycle after cycle
Moon after moon
Blood after bloodÂ
flowing disappointment
I know why I cried
I cried because
I hadn’t given up
A hatzi kaddishThe Aramaic memorial prayer for the dead. Mourners recite this prayer at every service, every day, in the presence of a minyan (prayer quorum) over the course of a year (for a parent) or thirty days (for a sibling or offspring). The prayer actually makes no mention of the dead, but rather prays for the sanctification and magnification of God's name. forÂ
half a dreamÂ
a quarter hopeÂ
bled and gone
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MiscarriageÂ
November 21, 2002
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I should have spent today in a red tentÂ
with my friends
Someone should have stroked my hair
And someone should have sung to me
And someone should have reminded meÂ
of Sarah andÂ
of RachelLavan's younger daughter and Jacob's beloved wife second wife (after he is initially tricked into marrying her older sister, Leah). Rachel grieves throughout her life that she is barren while Leah is so fertile. Ultimately, Rachel gives birth to Joseph and dies in childbirth with Benjamin. Rachel is remembered as compassionate (she is said to still weep for her children), and infertile women often invoke Rachel as a kind of intercessor and visit her tomb on the road to Bethlehem.
Someone should have placed
my head on her lapÂ
and someone should have saidÂ
I know,Â
it was me last month,Â
remember?
And someone should have whisperedÂ
you’ll survive
and someone should have promised
it willÂ
getA writ of divorce. Traditionally, only a man can grant his wife a get. Liberal Jews have amended this tradition, making divorce more egalitarian. better
And someone should have hollered atÂ
G-d for me
And someone should have forgiven G-dÂ
with meÂ
And someone should have brought my
daughter in to holdÂ
for a moment
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And when this is overÂ
someone ought to putÂ
her fingers through my fingersÂ
and lift me upÂ
and lead meÂ
out of this tentÂ
to the waters
the healing watersÂ
seven stepsÂ
to renewal.
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A Limb
March 17, 2003Â
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A limbÂ
I always say
You feel pain
Not because a lifeÂ
was taken,Â
an embryoÂ
isn’t a life.
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Rather, said the rabbis,Â
this loss is akinÂ
to losing a limb.Â
But I forgotÂ
to tell me.Â
A piece of meÂ
has been takenÂ
a part of meÂ
is lostÂ
smaller than my smallest toeÂ
insignificant as my nailÂ
tinyÂ
unsustainable
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And yet a piece of meÂ
and apart from meÂ
a part of self of bodyÂ
and certainly of mind andÂ
hopeÂ
is gone.
Let’s say it plainlyÂ
The plans were muchÂ
greater than theÂ
collection of cells.
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Both are now gone.