When They Told Me

When they told me you were there, immediately I started to care. A bond between the two, which was a bond for I and you. You were my something to hold, my something new to behold. Immediately, I wanted to shape you into a woman or a man who could stand up and stand for whatever he or she felt she deserved, but mainly a chance, in life. When they told me you were there instantly I started to care. I was awaiting the embrace of my little one and for you to embrace this new life. But when they told me that you would not make it, right then I knew my heart couldn’t take it. My joy suddenly vanished away and that thought of waiting to deliver your warm embrace. My heart began to break and wonder if this world was just a big fake, to take something so precious, sweet, unique, and by me. When they told me I began to cry, my soul began to slowly die. I cried for you. I cried for me, because we would never get the chance to meet each other you see. However, if God will have it so, one day I will get to know who you are and what you might have been, the only remedy and medicine to put the lost and the great cost of losing you behind me. To my unborn love, mommy loves you.