The Lost Child

Somedays I sit and wonder what may have become of him? I wonder the color of his hair or how tall he may have been. Would he be reserved or that kid that made you smile. I`d like to think the latter and have done it with style.

At times in my mind, he was there with his sisters as they grew. He the child in between, the glue that bonds the two. With the memory of him and what could have been as the years slip by. I don`t share the pain within, alone is when I cry.

How my heart aches to embrace that precious child of mine. But for now, I just watch him grow in the recesses of my mind. That day will come as it does for everyone, and I can`t wait to see, if he`s there waiting and recognizes me.

September is the hardest month, that`s when his lost came. My child who was unborn and never given a proper name. A miscarriage of life, they said from natural causes. That didn`t ease my pain, from the tears of all that could be, losses.

He may have been she, I`ll never know for sure. Til we meet face to face along God`s golden shore. Just know that I love you my child no matter whom you may have been. I`ll hold you for now, in my heart, until we meet again.

Love you my son, Momma 💕

✨Be the Light

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