To my mother:

We have walked the landmines embedding scars into the soul,

While God cheated on you I was the one there to console.

Her name was Love; she broke your heart,

I held the pieces trying to reassemble them for a new start.

Love it has been and always will be.

 

I caressed you with my myriad subtleties

I was in your glowing smile,

The way your stomach shown,

And in those staring and in beguile.

And my hopefulness within me for you to last a while,

The epitome of the love of a mother to a child.

But you were right there bleeding with me as you told me it will be alright.

The doctor said there was a heartbeat well into the night.

Love it has been and always will be.

 

To my child:

My husband gripped my hand on the cold hospital rail,

The thought of loosing you made me frail.

I carried you in my stomach for months at a time,

You were my pride and joy—you were created in me; all mine.

I lost you to Heaven’s strange lottery.

I thought I’d be first in the destruction of His pottery.

Love it has been and always will be.

 

As the Doctor told me the news that you were unborn,

Torments of dreams would make me forlorn.

I couldn’t see you graduate, or turn eight,

Or correct every mistake,

Or drive you to school too late,

Love it has been and always will be.

 

I never knew you yet I held a connection

Because you were apart of me: a genuine affection.

Although you didn’t make it in this world I look forward to what I’m gonna see.

When He cracks the sky and rescues me.

Love it has been and always will be.

 

Love is a healing connection despite how well you know the person,

Love blossoms and never sours or worsens.

I wanted the best for you,

You would’ve gotten it honest and true:

Everyday I’d give you a heartfelt “I Love You.”

Love contrives your heart to pain,

But at least you are reminded it beats again.

Love it has been and always will be.

 

I have put your needs before my own.

You would’ve been my angel and my unique clone.

For you I would’ve picked a beautiful name,

To appreciate Heaven’s loss and earth’s gain.

This is to you my unborn baby, whom I loved,

Because I Love you:

You are Love always will be, always have been.