I am a mommy too

I am a mommy, too

My baby you cannot see
I never took her home with me
Her nursery she never saw
but I am still a "ma"

My baby I cannot hold
or bundle her against the cold
I cannot brush her curly hair
But I am still a "mere"

My baby I cannot touch
or will my finger she ever clutch
I cannot dress her in blue
but I am a mommy too

My baby, to early from the womb
left this world much too soon
My baby angel, my heart does miss
As I am missing motherhood's bliss

For I am a mommy too...
to a baby born much too soon.


(I write poetry when I get depressed...it helps to work through it...so I wouldn't expect this to be the last of the poems you see posted.)