A Child Not Born Today

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A child not born today

a tiny child, gone away

who’s footprint left so small a mark, it seems

Is a child not held today

No matter how much I would pay

This child’s only cradle is a dream

When that child’s not born today

I feel that imprint in a way

that lies beneath a surface you can’t see

For that tiny boy or girl

left a huge mark on this world

though the only world this child knew was me

Reflecting on my due date, just passed, after losing my baby at 17 weeks.

photo credit: adapted from one more dreamer | Flickr

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