A Little Corner of my Heart

Poem I wrote after my sister had a miscarriage.

I'll never hold your little hand

I’ll never comb your hair.

I’ll never touch your cheek at night

and tell you how I care.

I’ll never see you running

or walking by my side.

I’ll never tuck you in your bed

we won’t play peep and hide

I’ll never hear you cry at night,

or see your happy glow

as you glory in the sun,

or see you play in snow.

But there’s one thing I’m certain of

however long this life.

You’ll always be a part of us

in happiness and strife.

And when the pain has lessened

and the emptiness has flown.

A little corner of my heart

Is yours to call your own.