There are two
But should be three.
Little he? Little she?
I never knew.
Sometimes it catches me,
A scent of a memory
Taking me back to those first months of joy...
Little girl? Little boy?
I wrote you a journal
Charting happiness and hopes
Dashed in moments
By a still and silent screen,
And a heart wrought silent scream.
The pain has never left,
I still mourn
Ever bereft,
Little lady? Little man?
Where a mother first began.