Sometimes it hits me out of nowhere

 Sometimes it hits me out of nowhere.

They’ll never meet.
The people I’ve lost, and the babies I’ve brought into this world.

It’s an ache that never really goes away wishing they could see each other,
wishing my kids could know the kind of love I once felt from them.

But deep down, I think they already do.
I think the ones I’ve lost handpicked my babies.
They knew what kind of love I’d need to keep going.

So maybe they never met here,
but I know they’ve met somewhere.
And I think that’s enough.