It hit me
I will never know what color your eyes were
I will never know what your voice would sound like
I will never know how soft your feet would feel

I will never know what your tears would look like
I will never know how your sleep breathe would feel like
I will never know how our bond would be
I will never know how to walk you to school everyday
Still my child
Without you
I would never have known the beauty of life
If you never existed
Even for a second, a minute
You will never be replaced
As you were my little miracle

I will never know your heartbeat out of my womb
I will never know what your tantrums would be like
I will never know what your fingernails would look like
I will never know your soft lips on my breasts
I will never know your beautiful yawn as you fall asleep
I will never know your fears in nightmares you would have
Still my child
I would never have known the beauty of life
If you never existed
Even for a second, a minute
You will never be replaced
As you were my little miracle

You had
A heartbeat I never got to hear
A cry I never got to soothe
A hunger I never got to satiate
A thirst I never got to quench
A love I never got to satisfy
Though you lay still I Label you
My little miracle


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