Inside me While you grew and grew I never knew Your heart was broken And that there was one Where there should’ve been two.
After you were born The doctor explained Your lungs wouldn’t last You were breathing too fast And growing too slow Your blood flow was mixed And you had to be fixed.
So right from the start Your heart wasn’t whole But your soul Was a universe And your eyes Were comprised Of millions of galaxies. Your body was strong And your cry was a song.
I named you beloved And through you, I discovered For the very first time I was whole.
Please always remember You are far more beautiful Than broken You are my ultimate inspiration And I’ll always consider you My most perfect creation.
I wrote this for my 6-month-old baby when she was having heart repair surgery done to fix a serious congenital heart defect (truncus arteriosus). She survived the operation, and spent a month in hospital to recover. Six months later, however, she got broncho-pneumonia and the added stress on her heart caused her to go into cardiac arrest & she passed away.