Missing You
By Stacey Whitmore 
So many dreams of the color of your hair,
along with the thoughts of outfits you would wear.
So many hopes for the color of your eyes,
and rocking you to sleep under pink and purple skies.
So much excitement on picking our your name,
and holding you that second the very day you came.
Baby books and blankets, pacifiers too,
and now I’m left with just the thought
of how much I miss you.