My Precious Baby Girl |
My precious little baby girl whom no one really met;
My little dream inside of me carried away by angels as I wept. I long for my departed child to laugh and cry and love and feel; This pain and suffering and emptiness is real. I am mother without a child; Or am I just a lost soul, unlucky, frenzied, and wild? My future was my baby and my baby was my dream; My future is uncertain now and I feel so desperate I could scream. My anguish is so intense and my loss cannot be erased; My only sense of comfort is that she is in a better place. How can a cold tomb be “better” than my womb? The tears keep flowing and I have no way of knowing; Time, time, time, I’m told will help heal the pain; Faith, love and trust will help keep me sane. The angel comes in the middle of the night with tingling at my chest; I wake to greet the sadness again with warm milk flowing from my breast. Where are you baby? Will you come back again? I can only hope and pray that you were meant for another day; Two years have passed now and the pain still comes and it goes; The tears flow heavy again when rekindled through the eyes of another one’s woes. My baby girl, you would have been two; Expecting a baby cousin this December who should have been due. We mourn for the babies that we nurtured and cared for; And we grasp for answers and search for something much more. The world is not perfect and it is full of sorrow; We can only wish for a happy tomorrow. “A person is a person no matter how small”; I did lose a person, but I would not change it at all. Through the journey of loss, I have learned to trust, love, and cope; And I have found my own redemption in the blissful eyes of Hope. |