My January baby that should have been,
Just a small dot full of hopes and dreams.
I think about you all the time,
Would you have had his eyes or mine?
Were you a boy, were you a girl?
I didn't care, you were my world.
But my body couldn't keep you safe,
Please forgive me, i did my best.
And now each year on my christmas tree,
Hangs my January angel, just a memory to me.
Copyright © Anna Greene | Year Posted 2020