We had no funeral, no need for one. We never even met you and couldn't bring you home. There was no time to buy you anything. Just enough time to know you were coming. -Yet, I have nothing to cry about!
People say we "should be happy" that it happened soon because: Something must have been wrong, That God must have wanted it that way or That we never started your bedroom -Yet, I have nothing to cry about!
We have nothing to sort through, No Barbies or baseball hats, no favorite bear with the torn ear, Not even your blankie. We have no memories of your first smile, words or steps. We have no lock of hair, your first loose tooth or even one photograph. We're not sure what to name you. -Yet, I have nothing to cry about!
What we do have is unanswered questions of what you would have looked like, the color of your hair, your sex, the length of your long fingers. Your "would have been" birthdays, Christmases, summers, and our "would have been" Mothers and Father's Days.
-Yet, I have nothing to cry about!