A tear slips from her eye
as she looks at the date.
Today was supposed to be a day of joy
and happines
but instead
it's a day
of could have been.
Today was the day
a new face
would be known.
But months ago
a baby was lost
before it saw the light.
The Mother only feels
regret and sorrow.
All she has left
is a date
all she has to remember
is the pain she felt
when the baby was no more.
Most nights
around this time
she cries
and morns in black.
She knows
that the baby awoke
to the light of God
and not of her face.
She awits for her time
to see her child.
But some days she thinks,
"Why can't I just see her now"
The mother
thinks of death,
and would welcome him.
But she lives on
and counts the years
Febuary 17th apears.
Today is Year one.
The baby is one now
up in heaven
with her greatgrandfather
and God.
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