My Lost One

For such a short time I held you
loved you with all my heart
and still I do, despite the fact
that we have been torn apart.
Being with child should end in birth
not in blood and tears and pain
not in questioning God, my faith
wondering what, from this, I could gain.
I should have been in a rocking chair
nursing my newborn babe so sweet
instead I lay there in bed all day
wrapped in pity and defeat.
They tell me I'll see you in heaven
and I hope with my heart that it's true
I'll learn to live and laugh again
but I'll never stop missing you.