My Little Guy

You kicked, I felt
Six Months, nine days
as I rubbed, you knew me
Anticipation and anxiety
Two months, twenty-two days till you came

Until there was a sharp pain
bright red stains
screams of agony

My womb, you, it could no longer carry
In me, you were dead
"It's not over," instead
"You'll have to push," they said

Water in my eyes, I could no longer see
Only visualize the hell surrounding me.

Today is your birthday,
You would have been one
family, close friends, surrounding you
singing the well-known birthday song

We lay flowers at your grave, instead
only finding peace as I lift my head
to the sky, regarding the most high
Knowing there is a reason you died

Rest in peace, my little guy

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