Almost Perfect
Normalize Conversation: Pregnancy and Loss
I almost got to meet you
I almost held you near
I almost whispered "I love you"
Into your perfect little ear
Your sweet angelic voice
Too divine to ever hear.
I almost touched your face,
I almost looked into your eyes
I almost kissed your tears
When you first began to cry
But your face was too lovely
To grace the human eye.
Even though I might not say it
You are forever on my mind
In my dreams I get to love you
During our endless playtime
In a magical perfect world
Where I get to call you mine.
There was no ceremony
I didn't get to say goodbye
Missing the You that never was
But knowing your soul is alive,
Waiting patiently for me,
My little cherub in the sky.
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SouloCircus
With a degree in education, a decade of teaching experience, and a whole lot of "Mommy experiences", I try to make sense of the world around us.
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