Your first Christmas came without you.
You're the unopened secret screams.
We carry you in our broken hearts all day
And unwrap you in our dreams.
I see you in every bulging belly,
In every mother's thoughtless kiss.
I see you in empty baby shoes.
I see you in that, I see you in this.
You're in every "why can't that be me?"
And the tears hidden in my car.
You're the missing piece of every minute
...I wonder where you are.
You were here before you weren't.
There was a future with you in it.
Now you're the broken parts of us
And the missing piece of every minute.
Pain Of A Lost Pregnancy
The Missing Piece
Published by Family Friend Poems April 2014 with permission of the Author.
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