My Child,
As the holiday season quickly approaches, I think of you more and more often. This should be your first Christmas, little one, but your life ended almost before I knew it had begun. I wonder about you. I wonder what color your eyes would be, hazel like mine or brown like your daddy's. Would you have his dimples and cleft chin? By now, I would know you. I would have counted your fingers and toes a million times. You would be smiling and cooing and searching for my voice. I would know each cry and the message it carried. I would know your sweet scent and would have kissed you and cuddled you and comforted you. You would fit perfectly into the crock of my arm.Your little fingers would curl tight 'round mine. By now our schedules would be rythmic--yours and mine. I would be watching you grow and marveling at the miracle of life.
I will never know your name or gender. I will never know the color of your eyes or hair. I will never watch you grow, play, or learn. I will never hear your sweet voice call to me. I will never teach you to cook and read and play the piano. I will never make you birthday cakes or halloween costumes. I will never know the wonderful woman or man that you would have become. But I love you still. The moment I knew of your existance, I began to love you. And I will love you til my end. My baby, you will always be in my heart.
~Your Mommy
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