My Love

My Love

 

I’ll never get to hold you in my arms.  See you smile or laugh. 

I’ll never get to see who you look like, or who you would have become. 

I never met you, but I love you. 

 

The short time we had together, I loved you. 

I loved feeding you, I loved breathing for you, I loved living for you. 

I did everything for you.  You will never know how truly loved you were. 

 

More loved than I ever felt as a child.  More loved then we could ever have imagined.  

This poem is about: 
My family
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