Three smiling faces brighten my day each morn;
Thanking the good lord Jesus for each which was born.
Not a day goes by that i don't think about the one;
I never got to meet but yet is still my son.
I wonder who he'd look like or who he'd grow to be;
Would he look like his daddy or maybe more like me.
One day I will meet him and tell him many things;
I'll tell him of my journey and how I see him in my dreams.
Until the moment comes and I see him face to face;
I'll continue to dream upon the long waited embrace.
Lord please let him know mommy loves him so much;
And I will patiently wait for his soft and loving touch.
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I miscarried my baby boy a week after finding out i was having a son. This poem tells about how I am always wondering what could have been and looking forward to meeting him one day.