Save a Place
By Donna D. Salva 
A father’s pride, a mother’s joy
Whether it’s a girl, or it’s a boy,
Kind words and flowers, cards, and gifts galore
They come with the baby, that all can adore.

But what of the mother and father who cry
The ones, whose precious child did unknowingly die,
Where is our comfort, our grief has no end
How can these people say our hearts will mend?

They don’t know our pain; they don’t know our sorrow,
They don’t know our fears of what may come tomorrow.

So please next time you hear “it’s a girl or it’s a boy”,
Save a small place in your hearts for us,
Robbed of that joy.