sometimes i reach for you
even though youre not there
a silent tear rolls down my face
as i wonder why i never saw your face
was never blessed enough to hold your tiny hands
i try not to be sad
because i know God had a plan
a job for you up there
safe with him
but still i reach for you
id be seven months along now
i try not to think
of what couldve been
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