My baby is gone,
She's left to the skies,
Leaving me mellow,withdrawn.
I imagine her eyes,
Azure like the bluest seas,
Turning stormy when she cries.
How she squirms at a sneeze,
Those cherry, cherubic cheeks,
Enchanted by everything she sees.
The way her little hands seek,
My ring finger, her lifeline,
Listening deeply as I speak.
But alas! The babe I once called mine,
Left my side, without a sound,
Before her time.
I touch my belly which once was round,
The hollowness and emptiness within,
And envision you, heaven-bound.
Read a sad story of a miscarried child today, and felt in the mood to write something about it.