There are little souls

 There are little souls who only ever knew the warmth of your heartbeat.

Who never felt the air on their skin
but were cradled in the quiet dark beneath your ribs.

You may never have traced their nose
or counted their fingers.
You may only have held them in that sacred, hidden space
for a breath of time.

Still… they were yours.

If your heart whispers a name for them,
let it rise.
Let it exist.

A name is not about proof.
It is about love.
It is about saying,
“You were here. You are part of us.”

Some babies are carried in arms.
Some are carried only in the soul.

Both are real.