Tuesday, April 21, 2020

April 21, 2020



Little one, you were supposed to be born today but we are not welcoming you or meeting you and while I never got to hear your heart beating or feel you move within me, I felt you leave me and know you existed.

You never even got the chance.

Little one, you were supposed to be mine, supposed to grow and grow to emerge screaming, full of life in my arms.

I never even got the chance.

Little one, you'll never know how much you meant to me, how much you still mean to me, and how much you'll always mean to me even though we never met.

We never even got the chance.

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(A huge thank you to DJ Kerr for helping me get my idea onto paper in the form of the line drawing above to symbolize the life that was never given the chance)

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