Your little heart beating so strongly
All those months is silent.
Your little arms and legs
Moving so vigorously are still.
Milk falling like tears from your mother's breasts
Will never nourish you
Your eyes will never sparkle
Your little voice forever silent
Your mother holds you in her arms,
Timidly kisses your soft, smooth cheek
Caresses your tiny fingers
And whispers your name with tears.
She dreams of holding you
Of watching you smile and grow
Her love is always with you
Though you will never know.
by Margery Cordukes
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