There’s someone
There’s someone
who meant everything to me…that my child will never get to meet.
and it hurts in a quiet way
no one really talks about.
because i can see it…
the way they would’ve loved her instantly
like she was always theirs too.
they would’ve laughed at her little personality
noticed the tiny things about her
the way she carries a room without even trying
they would’ve been there
for the ordinary days
not just the big ones
the birthdays
the holidays
the random tuesday afternoons
they would’ve been part of her world
and she would’ve been part of theirs
and instead…
i carry both
the love i had for them
and the ache that she’ll never know it
but i tell her about them anyway
in the way i love her
in the way i show up
because even if they never got to meet her…
a part of them still lives on
in me
and in the way i’m raising her
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