This Mother’s Day is
our first and last together.
Kicking my belly, so full of life,
You look perfect on the outside.
You’ll never walk,
Never learn to talk,
Not have a first day at school.
You won’t open Christmas presents,
Scrunching the crinkly paper in your little fists
and hiding in a box.
You won’t enjoy cake on your birthday,
Sing nursery rhymes,
Or have friends round to play.
But your life is full of meaning:
Bursting at the seams.
A lifetimes’ memories squeezed
Into a too-short time.
You won’t know fear,
Nor be lonely,
Never be forgotten.
I want you to know
That you are loved.
Our beautiful baby son.
I’m so grateful to be your Mum.