I know we have every right to mourn
that our precious baby was never born!
And maybe it means more to me
because I understand the tragedy.
I know what a life is worth.
We will never see his birth!
His first little cry and the love that it brings
and how it changes everything
Seeing the awe and surprise
in his lovely big eyes.
The diapers, the feedings, the nights without rest
Feeling his heartbeat on my chest.
Watching his blossoming personality
Did he get that from her or me?
No raising him to understand
What it means to be a strong sensitive man
Never getting to watch his `first`
Is probably what hurts me worst.
I know God had a reason
But I’ll never understand
Why we lost our little man.
