For My Baby
by Sara Rogers
Though your feet never got to walk,
Your delicate footprints will always be etched in my soul.
Though your eyes never got to weep,
Your silver tears will always haunt my dreams.
Though your lungs never got to fill,
Your undrawn breath will always drift in my breast.
Though your fingers never got to reach,
Your golden touch will always be imprinted on my palm.
Though your lips never got to move,
Your silent words will always echo in my mind.
Though your heart never got to love,
Your beautiful spirit will always be cradled in my arms.
Sara shares, "I was 18 weeks pregnant when my daughter, Mia Renee, was
stillborn on January 5, 2001. She will always be in my heart."
You may reach Sara at saramsw@hotmail.com for comments.
© January 2001 by Sara Rogers. This work is protected by copyright and may be distributed or published only with the express written permission from its author. You may, without permission, publish or otherwise provide the URL (web address) of this page.
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