On this page ive gathered together poems, inspirational pieces, prayers,affirmations which i have come across and found helpful after my own miscarriage (I printed these out and made them into a little booklet which i have at home)
(The next one is my favourite ive seen it in a few different places but i dont know who wrote it, when i find out i will add the credit)

I Did Not DIE:
"Do not stand at my grave and weep:I am not there.
I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.I am the gentle Autumn rain.
When you awaken in the mornings hush I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

Dont let them say i wasnt born,
That something stopped my heart.
Ifelt each tender squeeze you gave,
I've loved you from the start,br>Although my body you cant hold
It doesnt mean im gone,
This world was worthy not of me,
God chose that I move on.
know the pain that drowns your soul,What you are forced to face,
You have my word,I'll fill your arms,
Someday we will embrace.,br> You'll hear that it was "meant to be,
God doeant ,make mistakes"
But that wont soften your worst blow
Or make your heart not ache.
Im watching over all you do,
another child you'll bear.
Believe me when i say to you,,br> That I am always there.
There will come a time ,I promise you,
When you will hold my hand,
Stroke my face and kiss my lips,
And then you'll understand.
Although I've never breathed your air,
Or gazed into your eyes,
That doesnt mean I never "was"~~
An Angel Never Dies..........
Author Unknown.

by Elizabeth Dent
Go ahead and mention my child
the one that died,you know.
Don't worry about hurting me further,
the depth of my pain doen't show.
Dont worry about making me cry,
I'm already crying inside.
Help me to heal by releasing,
The tears that I try to hide.
I'm hurt when you just keep silent,
pretending he didnt exist.
I'd rather you mention my child,
knowing he has been missed.
You asked me how I was doing,
I say,"Pretty good"or"fine".
But healing is something ongoing,
I feel it will take a lifetime.

Just THOSE FEW Weeks:
By Susan Erlin
For those few weeks - I had you to myself. And that seems too short of time,To be changed so profoundly.

In those few weeks - I came to know you....And to LOVE you. You came to trust me with your life.
OH,what a life I had planned for you!!

Just those few weeks - It wasnt enough time to convince others
How special and important you were.
How odd, a truly unique person has recently died. And no one is mourning the passing.

Just a mere few weeks - And no 'normal' person would cry all night
Over a tiny,unfinished baby,Or get depressed and withdrawn day after endless day.
No one would,so why am I??

You were just those few weeks my 'Little One"
You darted in and out of my life too quickly.
But it seems that's all the time you needed
To make my life so much richer -
And give me a small glimpse of eternity...