Rebekah Mambiar Jun 3, 2019 in Writing Miscarriage 3-22-2019 In my mother's embrace, While yet unseen, I began living. Before I could ask for it, I was given moments. Minutes. Caress. Care. In my mother's arms, I was loved long before I could yearn for it. Before I could cry out for it, I was lent my breath. My movements. My heartbeat. My smile. But while yet unseen, I began leaving My parents' grasp, so loving. While yet unheard I felt my breath fading. I am being called, being reclaimed. Before my race started, I have been called away, out of a world and its crooked ways. And to my Master blessed, who lent me this life and breath, I now yield and say, "Yes." I have been given, And now I am being taken away. In my life's short span I've...