Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Little Child Who Was But Never
Little child who was but never.
Pray that you hear my remorse.
These eyes gaze up towards clouds.
Everyday I wake to endeavor
The anguish of our course.
Though my son, my daughter,
You shall be in our souls forever.
Our love was the true source
Of our decision for you, for us.
Little child who was but never.
I dream of rising as a vital force.
Respectful, charming, and brave.
Sweet, caring, and romantic.
To grow and do whatever
Your soul wanted to take course.
In truth this was to never
Happen in all my remorse.
Pray that you understand one day.
With all of our love we couldn't keep you,
Little child who was but never.
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There is no grief that matches that of a parent who has lost a child. From this poignant poem I guess you had a miscarriage. Jess, that is a disappointment and I hope you can try again. Being a parent is the most satisfying thing a human being can do. I do feel sorry for those who grow old with no family to love them.
ReplyDeleteWell to be honest my Fiancee and I haven't created a newborn yet. She doesn't want one till a few more years. But I had a friend who sadly had one. And I just had to write something fitting. I knew how much she wanted a child.
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