Tiny Dancer

You do not have a name...
I don't think they could choose,
Because their hearts were too broken,
Of what they were to lose.

We do not talk about it,
Of you we do not speak,
Because just the thought of you,
Makes our hearts weak.

But on nights when I cannot sleep,
I like to think awhile,
Of who you would have looked like,
When you flashed a smile.

Would you laugh like your daddy?
All hearty and loud.
Or would you giggle like your mommy?
Barely making a sound.

What colors would you like?
What games would you play?
What songs would you sing?
What funny things would you say?

I bet you would be smart,
Nice and funny, too,
And no matter what you did,
We'd be so proud of you.

It breaks my heart to know,
You'll never get the chance,
To make friends and fall in love,
Or go to your first dance.

But I will never forget,
The sound of your heart beat,
Your fingers and your hands,
And the tiny toes on your feet.

We remember when you kicked,
Punched and twirled,
A little ballerina,
Ready to face the world.

I cannot forget,
And never will,
That terrifying day,
Your heart stood still.

And the day she was born,
Our hearts ached for you,
Because there was only one,
Where there should have been two.

Your sister is amazing,
She is growing up so fast,
I take a million pictures,
To make her smiles last.

And every time I rock her,
I sing to her a tune,
She will smile up at me,
And make me think of you.

I know you are still with her,
Staying by her side,
Just like you did,
When you were still inside.

Tiny Dancer,
Is what we called you,
Our sweet baby girl,
Taken too soon.

--Dedicated to the niece I never got the chance to meet.
Your sister lives on for the both of you.
Twirl away, Tiny Dancer.
We love you.--