The day you were born,
Our life and love was strangely torn.
You never had a chance, not even a breath,
Never to be held in arms, a fate worse than death.
The family love you could experience, never meant to be,
A hovering question – what person you could grow to be?
Resounding ripples in the world, you could have made,
Yet, we’re all saddened – in sorrow we wade.
Your first birthday, never to come,
First taste of cake, a joy we’re robbed from.
Never got the chance to know your parents, your kin,
A life unlived, a profound loss akin.
Forever missed, and forever loved,
A fleeting life, so abruptly shoved.
A solemn lament, a tearful goodbye,
A love letter to you, on the wings of a sigh.
