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A loss is a loss
No matter how small
Whether you’ve known them forever, or no time at all
The feelings you felt, the connection you knew
Were all very real, and the grief is too
It is not easy, To think this is done,
That there is no welcoming, you into this world little one.
I don’t think that words, could ever explain,
To the moment we knew, you’d never get a name.
We would never hold you, hear you laugh or see you smile,
All we have now, is the knowing you existed for a while.
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By Jessica Rasile2 years ago in Poets
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Hi there good poem!