by M.E Ashdown

Created on: April 17, 2008

Too Perfect For This World

Precious angel, longed for child,
We watched you grow whilst still inside.
From just a dot to prove you're there
Each month we could but sit and stare
In abject wonderment and joy,
As you became our little boy.

From faintest movements to a kick
We laughed and cried and felt for it.
Together we designed your room
A soft transition from the womb.
How happily we schemed and planned
For you, our precious little man.

But then came blood and pain and fears
Rushed to the hospital in tears
Too early. don't come yet, we prayed
But fate stepped in and had it's way.
Your tiny corpse the only sign
Our boy was born before his time.

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