Our Little Girl

The light I see In your eyes only when I speak of her. Our little one. She would have had your eyes, your nose. she would have had my hair and my my mouth. Our little girl would have been perfect. But that horrible day in July, I cried and I hated myself. That horrific day in July when I lost her. My world broke down. Now when I speak of her. Your eyes water up, as do mine. But one day we'll see her. I promise. Our little girl, is waiting for us. I promise. And one day, she'll finally say daddy. Our little girl.