Now a little angel.
I don’t have anything
to remember you by
not a picture not a clothing
not even a favorite plaything.
Don’t even have a memory
of your face, of your feel, of your touch.
Not even a tiny kick
or even a heartbeat.
Coz you were so little still
To kick inside me,
for us to hear a heartbeat.
You were gone then.
But I have the memory of my happiness
The moment I knew
I was going to have another baby….
YOU!
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