“To my unborn child”


You would have been six three months from now

We could have had the same birth month

Remembering you makes my throat chunky

And my breathing hard

What could have been your first word?

We could have had cuddles in the morning and at night

Imagining those scenes is impossible.

I never saw your face

I never heard you laugh or cry

I actually never felt you

No heartbeat has touched your fragile heart.

But, my child, I have loved you in your unformed being

I hold you dear still in my innermost

I even miss you

My tears I cannot hold in reminiscing memories that never happened.

It still hurts.

You are my first child, not first born, but my child.


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