A mothers sorrow when she’s lost a child
Is one not known to all
But all who’ve felt it know the pain
And know it lasts a while.
With phantom kicks and what-if-I
Playing with my mind,
The guilt sets in
And what should’ve been,
drags me down inside.
Not a day goes by
Where my eyes stay dry
And at night when I try to sleep,
It’s of my little angel that I think.
Then tears come rolling down,
Hot on my cheeks.
I think of her in every stage
And wishing there was more.
It is for whom I love that I so deeply long.
And even though I know in time
The pain won’t be so strong,
There’s nothing to ease the pain
Of a pregnancy or birth gone wrong.
With a broken heart
and now heavy eyes
I’ll finally find some sleep,
Wishing my little angel
Could somehow come back to me.
-Analee Armstrong
