Two poetry collections for mothers who have lost, and for those still waiting — raw, honest, and deeply healing.

A poem collection on pregnancy loss
"You were here for just a moment,
but you changed everything."
A tender, raw collection of poems written for mothers who have experienced miscarriage and pregnancy loss. These words hold space for the grief that is often suffered in silence — the love that had no time to grow, but was no less real.

A poem collection on infertility
"I have been waiting for you
longer than I have known your name."
For every woman who has longed, hoped, and grieved the child not yet in her arms. This collection speaks to the quiet heartbreak of infertility — the waiting rooms, the tests, the hope that refuses to die, and the love that has nowhere to go.
"I held my baby inside my body for 5 weeks and 5 days. I knew them and they knew me. This book made me feel less alone."
"Raw, honest, and beautiful. Every poem felt like it was written directly from my own heart. I've read it three times."
"I bought this for my sister after her miscarriage. She said it was the first time she felt truly understood. Thank you."
"My Little Lullaby captures the silent grief of infertility in a way no one else has. I ugly-cried and felt healed at the same time."
"The words in this collection are so tender and true. I've been on this infertility journey for 3 years and finally feel seen."
Brandylynn Snyder is a self-published poet and author whose work speaks directly to the hearts of those navigating pregnancy loss and infertility. Writing under the pen name bl rose poetry, she has built a deeply engaged community of over 31,000 followers on TikTok, where her raw and tender poem excerpts have accumulated over 2.8 million likes.
Her debut collection, My Little Jellybean, has sold over 11,000 copies worldwide since its release in May 2024. Her follow-up, My Little Lullaby, continues her mission of giving voice to the silent grief of infertility.
These poems were written for you — for the grief you carry quietly, and the love that never had a chance to grow.

