Jul 27, 2010 09:54
7/24/2010
I never met you, but loved you all the same.
I can't know if you were boy or girl, you never had a name.
SO many things remain about you, things I will never know.
I'll never hear you laugh. I'll never watch you grow.
My excitement and wonder were subdued for you, another was my first.
I should have shown it better and you might not have suffered this curse.
When I finally pass from this world, it's this that I'm going to pray;
That I prove myself worthy of heaven, so that I'll finally meet you in person that day.
poem,
miscarriage,
a dedication,
death