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Siberian Tiger
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Miscarriage Poems Nicole, when you were still with me,
I did a picture of a Siberian tiger,
Underneath the picture,
I put your name.
The picture now reminds me of you.
Every time I look at that picture,
I start to cry over you,
I miss you.
I still wonder why stuff went wrong,
What I did to cause it.
You should be here,
But you’re not.
I blame myself for all kinds of things,
Not eating like I should have,
Sleeping too little,
Not listening.
In my heart is the picture I made,
See the white tiger,
So young, pure
It’s you.
My little tiger cub in heaven with God,
Angels are watching over you,
Someday I’ll be with you,
I promise, baby.
Love ya,
Mama
I have been a vegetarian
I have been a vegetarian since birth, not ongoing for any health reasons, simply because I love animals. I was raised loving animals. My Nirvana is filled with animals. My only tattoo is a Tiger, and thus this poem was special and very loving to me. I have a white Siberian tiger, with cub hanging in my house. I will now think of this poem everytime I look at it. BTW, salvation is filled with mothers like you ... caring for the children. No greater love exists in all of creation than that between a mother and child. None. Thank you for this. Namaste.