I'll find You

To make a life, a boy or a girl,
A wonderful thing to bring joy into this world,
But to have this joy taken away,
Is much worse than any words can say,

I would have loved to see you smile,
See you grow into a beautiful child,
Until the day I found out I’d never get these dreams,
I was happy, excited, or as it seemed,

Ripped out from my hands,
They said I lost you along with all my plans,
Emotions stirred around my mind,
The answers to this tragedy I shall never find,

Endless days of looking at the tiny clothes
I’d image counting your tiny toes,
Playing pick a boo,
Then laying you down at night and saying I love you,

Simple things a baby could bring,
Never getting a chance to one of those things,
I never even got to say you name out loud,
Or hear any of your cute little sounds,

My sweet baby please don’t cry,
Mummy well be there soon to wipe your eyes,
Be strong child of mine,
I’ll find you again in a matter of time.

[I wrote this for my friends english assignment, about a mother having a miscarrage]

©Samantha Jayne Reed
Wrote on June 18th, 2005