For something that affects so many,
It’s surprisingly still a taboo
And treated with, ‘well you can have another’
That’s not the point, I wanted you.
I loved you before you were there
When you were just a thought in my head
A thought that turned to longing
And the centre of our days ahead.
You may not have been with me long,
Only in there for a very short while
But that doesn’t stop me wondering
About your face, your hair and your smile.
Other children may indeed follow
And begin to fill the empty space
But no matter how many are round the table
There will always be a missing face.
So please avoid the cliches
When you see a face saddened with grief.
No, it didn’t happen for the best.
Nature can be such a cruel thief.
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