I never felt you kick,
I never felt you jump,
I didn't see your face,
Nor feel your little fingers.
I don't know how your eyes looked,
or whose nose you inherited.
I don't know if you had his hair or mine,
Nor did I see your first smile.
I don't know if you would be patient,
or temperemental like me
Oh what lie, when they said you were there.
And yet I loved you, Of that I am sure
without seeing you,
Without holding you,
I loved you, For you were.
and always will be Mia.
I never felt you jump,
I didn't see your face,
Nor feel your little fingers.
I don't know how your eyes looked,
or whose nose you inherited.
I don't know if you had his hair or mine,
Nor did I see your first smile.
I don't know if you would be patient,
or temperemental like me
Oh what lie, when they said you were there.
And yet I loved you, Of that I am sure
without seeing you,
Without holding you,
I loved you, For you were.
and always will be Mia.
"the thing that hurts the most, is losing someone you love, without every having the chance to love them"
8 comments:
what can I say. You can count on me.
wow.....very nice.....i really like it. why or who did u write it for?
very .........ummmmmmm whats the word.......prodigious
@priscie: you've said enough.. i can count on you can't I?
@martin: thanks, i wrote it for someone that doesnt exist.. :(
For a second there I thought someone had a miscarriage. Just me being nuts I guess. Ah, poets!
You got me too Juds... I was thinking... Poor Juds... I never knew.
It is really good and really real. I admire it.
I hope I never have to say this poem in my heart.
i was thinking the same about the miscarriage thing....
@ all- awww yes we poets.... good thinking all..sclym2026$
Wikid!!!
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