I look up at the stars and sigh. I miss the unborn child I never met. She grew inside of me. But never had a chance to see the light. I know deep in my heart that she waits for me in hevean. But right now I can only think of if's. If she was alive. If she grew up with me as a mother. Her was-going-to-be birthday is febuary 17. It has almost been a year. And the pain in my heart is still so strong. I try my best to forget or at least push the pain away. But when I close my eyes I see her. Hear her. I look at the stars to remind me of her. I love my unborn child.
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