I may not have had a big bump,
I did not get an official due date,
You may not have seen my tears,
Indeed, you may have even forgotten.
You may think that I’m okay,
That I’m coping well or whatever,
You may not think of my babies often,
But I do.
Every day in fact.
I still sob for them sometimes,
I remember their due dates,
I always will.
I feel our bond still beating through my veins,
I hope it never goes away.
For the day it does is the day I die,
But until then,
Please remember that I cry.
Remember that I’ve been scared,
Remember that I’ve been brave,
Remember that I’ll carry this hurt,
All the way to the grave.