My Baby Boy

You would be three years old The things in life I wish you could behold Would you have been funny Or been gentle, like me Would you have my eyes Would you have wanted a story every night? If you were here I would never let go Even though I only carried you in my tummy a little while I carry you in my heart every day A mean man hurt us And took you away But I see you everyday I see you in your younger brothers' faces I never got to name you I never got to hear your cries I miss you ever day though My baby boy