She had her baby.
Her baby was born to heaven first. Then born to earth.
Instead of well wishers, there were mourners.
Instead of tips and advice, there were books on grief bought.
Instead of her child burying her someday, she buried her child.
Instead of carrying a child in her arms, she carries the child in her heart.
She began filling out the family bible. Under "Children," she wrote "Georgiana Bliss."
She covered all the blanks that would never be--baptism, confirmation, wedding--with stickers, because she could not bear to see all the blanks.
Her child lives in heaven.
She lives on earth.
She is divided.
The world is upside down.