To my unborn child

by Erica Flemming   Jul 26, 2012


Everyday i miss the memories of what was meants of your life
the purest joy of a kick could not compare to anything else on earth
my life became your life
my body became your thron
my heart became your lullaby
my blood became your essence
you name became my favorite word
your presence became my harmony
i no longer lived for myself but for you my first child
The day the doctor told me that you had taken your soul home i felt a part of my life end

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