Mended

One night last semester, I was bored so I started drawing. I had just found out that my friend, Mandy's, mom kicked her, causing her to have a miscarriage. She had finally come to terms That she was going to have this baby, and to thank me for my support, she was going to name it after me.



It's hard to think of this lost life and not feel a bit confused. What kind of mother would harm their child, pregnant or not?



So, to vent my feelings of the loss of my namesake, I created a sort of web. Everything is centered around a torn heart. Surrounding it are the things that threaten love: drugs, violence, etc.



Last night I found it and just stared at it for a good, long while. I decided then to make it a collage. I think I might give it to Mandy, to kind of help her with the grief.



I with I could have met this little girl. I wonder what's become of her, and all miscarried babies for that matter. Do they go to another family and live out their lives, or do they simply cease to exist. I hope to meet her someday, and tell her how much her would-be mom and dad love her, that I could have, too.