An Unborn Child
My precious unborn child.
My precious child I long for your presence
Your baby soft skin and crystal clear eyes gazing upon mine
The smallness of your hands and fingers, feet and toes
The largeness of your innocent smile
Whimpers of sadness and coos of gladness
Sounds I cannot hear
For you are not with me
You are not here.
My precious child you are but a dream
A life hoped for but not yet concieconceived>
My beating heart belies the depth of my sorrow
The loss of knowing you
by, Debra Wolford