I think of you, every time I see a pregnant woman, for the last time I held you alive, you were in my womb. I feel a tremendous amount of guilt for complaining about the physical discomfort of carrying you in my body, I’d give anything to have you back in my belly, healthy and alive.
Every time I see an infant, I instantly cry, for I only had a few hours with you after you were born, but by then you were already blue and my heart broke leaving the hospital without you.
Although you are dead, my love for you will never die, for a mothers love has no end.
Arabella Marilyn Rose 10.30.22