Dead Baby
Dying more than ever before
Every time I miss you more
A first child that wasn’t born
Dead, now all I do is mourn
Baby only four months old
A treasure I never got to hold
Big hole in my heart tonight
Yelling “Why didn’t you hold me tight?”
Copyright © Julie Alcin | Year Posted 2013
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