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A babe with no name

My baby’s life but gone, forgotten,

A life that never will. 
My baby’s death a pain, a strain,
A heart that heaven stilled. 
Alone I feel, in solitude, 
Lost, lonely and unfulfilled. 
Always my mind will hold Him tight, 
My ghostly son, now killed.
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My belly’s small and youthful still
Where new life should be Him.
Inside, my heart it aches and weeps,
For a babe borne without whim.
No where was it scribed, or written
That his life should fade and dim.
Of all the earths most precious places, 
Im shamed this one wore thin.
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A boy for sure, no doubt, my babe,
He’d have grown up big and strong.
My child whose life was craved, adored, 
Will be loved for years come long.
And when my belly’s stroked by me,
With gentle care and song,
I’ll cry no more my boy, my son,
For with me you will belong.
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My little girl

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Thursday, 24 October 2013: Two Hundred and Six Days Old.

My little girl

How does this happen,
This bond that we have?
Where does it come from
And what keeps it here?

You’re part of me now,
The best part of all,
You’re my breath and my heart
My life, and my soul.

I look at your face
And my stomach does flips,
I caress your soft skin
And bumps cover my flesh.

I smile at you
And you beam at me back
I sing and you listen
To my voice as it cracks.

You know nothing but love
And know nothing of fear
Your the purest of pure;
Real, honest and fair.

You’re destined for greatness,
For happiness and truth
You will change the world
Even if just for a few.

See,
You’ve brought light to my life
In ways you’ll not know
’til one day you too
Kiss your girl on her nose.

May your journey be grand
And your story be great
For you are my daughter,
My darling….
My little girl.