I write this poem to you,

My little one.

I think of you often,

In things that come about.

I see you with your brothers,

Laughing and talking.

I see you scamper across the yard,

Chasing a leaf;

Sprint after a ball.

Had you lived,

Would you be humorous, serious?

Maybe a little bit of both?

I will never know,

But you are with me;

You live in my heart.

You existed.

I felt your movement,

I waited for your arrival.

I loved you then,

Even now;

And forever.

I know that one day,

I will see you again.

It is then I will

Have that hug

I never had.

~Leona M. Mars~