Happy birthday my Rosebud. It’s been three years.
Three years I’ll never get with you,
-even I find it hard to believe it’s true.
Three years I’ve dealt with this grief,
-still in on our minds even if it’s brief.
Three years that still haunt me today,
-some days I still ask myself if I’m okay.
Three years here without you here,
-Yet, our love for you never disappeared.
For those that don’t know. I was suppose to have a daughter January 2017. But life has other plans and she was born August 2016. Every year I write a poem. We eat out and silently celebrate her. As I reminisce in my pregnancy with her. She was my first. The one that gave me all those first feelings. Doubts. Dreams. All that I can ever hope for in the 4 months that I carried her. If you’ve been through this I’m so sorry. Life heals. Life gets better. You never forget, you just find a new way to live.
Everlasting Sirua 