Your life was over before you were born
All that light that never shone
All those smiles we didn’t see
All those years now lost to me.
No nappy rash to soothe with cream
No little twitches as you dream
No shining eyes that fill with tears
No mother’s hugs to ease your fears.
No rosy chubby cheeks to pinch
No little squeals when you’re made to flinch
No tiny little finger tips
To brush against my waiting lips.
No perfect toes to wrap in socks
No memories for my baby box
No nursery rhymes we might have read
No lock of hair from your precious head.
All these little missing things
The hot and stinging tears they bring
The loss we feel. The heartfelt pain
At the sad, soft whispering of your name.
Although you never came to be
You’re still a special part of me
I loved you then, I love you now
I’ll never stop. I don’t know how.
By Colin Brammer