My Unborn Child
To my unborn child,
whom I will never get to meet.
I'll forever miss the sound of your voice,
and your perfect little feet.
I'll never get to hold your hand,
on walks by the lake.
I'm sorry I let you down,
and met your mommy too late.
I'll never hear you cry,
or get to see you pout.
I'm sorry I wasn't there,
and for how our lives turned out.
I'll go to bed each night,
and dream of what will never be.
The three of us together,
her, you and me.
Copyright © Mark Koplin | Year Posted 2020
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