Weepy Glees.

  Many things inspire me. Usually my own experiences and family, but I was recently touched by several things I have seen posted on my Facebook. A friend's March of Dimes fundraiser in honor of her son being born premature, another struggling with infertility and yet another who recently had to deal with a miscarriage. I don't always make a joke of things and wrote this for a baby who never saw it's parent's faces.  Here is my attempt at poetry: 


You lived a lifetime, if only in my imagination.
You graduated, got married, took a job, and went on vacation.
I may not have kissed your boo-boos, I never held your hand,
but you are my songbird in Spring, my feet in warm sand. 
I envisioned you having daddy's nose, and his hair color too,
and you had my chin, and your eyes would've been blue.
When I found out about you, I told your gramma and she cried,
your daddy was in shock, he almost died!
I knew I wanted you though, I had no fear,
I watched you grow daily, hands on my tummy in front of the mirror.
I wanted to teach you about life, I wanted to sing you lullabies,
But you left as soon as you came, and I ask myself why?
Was it something I did? Could I have changed things at all?
Did I wish too hard to hear you giggle, to see you crawl? 
I sometimes wonder late at night what is wrong with me,
to have made you leave. Was I not a good mommy?
But I realize now, what happened is best,
you lived forever in my mind, just like the rest,
and the memories are short, and the pain is long,
but I loved you little one, and I wrote you this song.
God must have needed an angel so small,
and taking you wasn't a result of one of my flaws.
You live on in my heart, and you've warmed a spot
for a brother or sister, who now have a shot.
So thank you for that, and someday I will see you,
and you'll be more beautiful than imagined, I know this is true.
God Bless the parents whose children left before they came,
who were loved so deeply, but never had a name. 

  I must be feeling sentimental today! I am the nostalgic Dr. Seuss. ( See, I can't do anything sappy without using a joke to deflect my embarrassment...it's a disease...ha!)