I always think about this day
March 19th and why there is always pain
because I didn’t get to meet my unborn son
my child, my little king, just as precious as gold.
I always wonder why I cry on this day
it’s because this is your birthday and you should be celebrating it with me.Instead your in the clouds where I can’t see.
I always wonder why on this day are you standing behind me saying mama lift up your head i’m here. Are you that voice in my head telling me to keep pushing.
I always said I would light a candle for you, but something said it’s not the time.
Or released a balloon but that wasn’t right either.
This letter is a letter of love to my unborn son,
I love you Zion Lashawn! 💙🦋🙏🏾
About the Creator
Tecoria Savage
Poetry is for the soul, speak the words of wisdom and love. My words are loving for Justice for the world and my community. To settle arguments for families that are in need. Respecting the ones that can’t and settling for the truth.
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