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I love the little baby that I never got to hold
The baby that I never got to see.
And maybe, just maybe that baby would love us, too
If only that baby got to be.
I love the little baby that was never able to smile
Never even able to survive.
And maybe that baby would have a life worth living
If only that baby was alive.
And maybe that baby had mommy's blue eyes
And daddy's smile, and grandma's tight hugs.
And honestly, there's no way to describe that little baby
And no way to describe the way it was loved.
The baby that I never got to see.
And maybe, just maybe that baby would love us, too
If only that baby got to be.
I love the little baby that was never able to smile
Never even able to survive.
And maybe that baby would have a life worth living
If only that baby was alive.
And maybe that baby had mommy's blue eyes
And daddy's smile, and grandma's tight hugs.
And honestly, there's no way to describe that little baby
And no way to describe the way it was loved.
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You Don't Know Your Daughter At All
Just because she is no longer in a cradle
Does not mean that your baby wont fall
And if you think that her smile means she is happy
Then you don’t know your daughter at all
On arriving home from school she runs up the stairs
And locks herself away in her room
It’s so easy to think that it’s just teenage angst
That will pass in time and be gone soon
Perhaps you assume that it is just boy trouble
A romance that will soon be forgot
Yes, maybe her problems are just a passing phase
But then again what if they are not
What if they’re deep rooted in the parental soil
That you’ve been failing to cultivate
As she grow
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R.I.P.
Did anyone notice that she winced if you raised your arm?
Did anyone notice that her eyes were wide with alarm?
Did anyone notice that she never looked you in the eye?
Did anyone notice that her voice was but a sigh?
Did anyone notice that her skin was always bruised?
Did anyone question whether she might be abused?
Did anyone question why she walked in obvious fear?
Did anyone question why one day she did not appear?
Did anyone recognize her face on the six-o’clock news?
Did anyone see her remains pulled from the river refuse?
Did anyone care that this quiet girl no longer exists?
No. No one did. And she will never even be missed.
R.I
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Daddy
Daddy,
aren't you proud of me?
Haven't I done enough Daddy?
Am I not your little girl?
Daddy,
I'm sorry I'm not perfect,
but can you please come back?
I promise I'll do better.
I promise I can be perfect.
Daddy,
Don't you love me?
Look I drew you a picture,
will you come home now?
Daddy?
Where did you go?
Please come back.
Mommy says you don't care anymore
but I know it's not true.
It can't be true.
Daddy,
You don't even call anymore.
You said you loved me
and that I was your princess,
then why aren't you here?
Daddy,
Please come home.
I want my Daddy back.
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My mom had a miscarriage not too long ago. Thank you for reading. Comments? critiques? <3
© 2013 - 2024 MikkiMarie
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A beautiful, yet sad poem. It brought tears to my eyes. I am sorry for you're loss, and hope you're family is well.
You did a very beautiful job writing this, many people can relate and share this grievous experience in life, and that's what made a big impact in you're poem. Situations like this always make a big impact on me, including you're technique and you're writing style, you really made the poem flow like water and hit its mark home in expressing and getting you're point across nice and clear.
Losing a child is always hard, I can't even begin to imagine. You expressed the pain and love in the poem beautifully, you made it sound and even feel as though the person reading it was the one who was feeling the emotion. At least that's the way it felt for me when reading your poem.