9 months,
39 weeks,
273 days,
You came without a sound,
You should have screamed or cried
Anything that would have given hope
but you could not
you were not meant for this world,
a world too big for a body so small
and now your shallow breaths haunt me when I sleep
I wanted to breathe for you
To place your body back within my own
I would give you my life
But I can not
So instead I sit in silence
Tears burn my face when I am reminded of what I lost
People say it gets better that I will move on
That the lifelessness I feel is not forever
I want to believe them
But what I want more is to hold you close one last time
To rock your small body until my pain is gone
I wanted to be a mother, but now I am a mother without a child
So, I will sit and rock
Rock my pain away without you
Rock until my heart heals
Rock because when I rock
I pray Jesus is rocking you too