You were gone in a second
Yet existed inside my womb
Eight months I felt you alive
Eight months I knew you were real
Eight months I had planned for you
Eight months I waited to see you
I wish I had held you longer
You disappeared in a minute
Yet existed in my heart
Eight months I felt your heart beat
Eight months I felt your foot kick
Eight months I felt your turns
Eight months I felt your hiccup
I wish I had felt you longer
You went away in an hour
Yet existed inside my mind
Eight months I spoke to you
Eight months I sang for you
Eight months I read to you
Eight months I laughed with you
I wish I had talked to you longer
You slept forever in a day
Yet existed not in my arms
Eight months I could have loved
Eight months I would have named
Eight months I should have had you
Eight months I will not have with you
I wish I could hold you longer
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I lost my son at 17 months. I wish we both got to hold our angels longer.
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I’m so sorry to hear that. It’s tough wishing for more time knowing it will not come. Sometimes I find comfort knowing I can always hold my baby in my heart. Little comfort but it helps in those tough days. Wish you well.
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Very true. I read quotes about heaven and it helps a little
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