You were wanted, not an accident.
Your first fluttering cells set plans pulsing— names, knitting, nursery colors, universities.
Though two others came before,
I saved a part for you.
Sometimes a heart stops beating and dreams bleed free in a slow, red river of barren pain.
No healing prayers, no reasons sought, none given. Just one of those things.
But it wasn’t an accident. You were wanted elsewhere.
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Merrijane grew up in Bountiful, Utah. She earned a BA in English from BYU and then served a mission to Washington, D.C. After returning, she married Jason Rice. Together, they’re raising a family of four boys. She currently works for Deseret Mutual as a technical writer.
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