Someone I Love Was Never Born

I won’t get to post pictures, she won’t be showered with gifts. I’ll find solace in the memory that she once did exist. I heard her heartbeat and she now lives in mine, will never forget that sound that began to change my life.

64 beats per minute, like some of my favorite songs, the joy of having her here, the pain of knowing she’s gone. A hope that lived and did not die even though she’s not around. An answered prayer in borrowed time, the gift of something more profound.

Her existence made me a better man, as I prepared to be her dad. Her loss taught me how to better live, when times are good, when times are bad. She now has two sisters, no doubt as beautiful as she. Oh little girl, how I miss thee.

I’d give anything to see her, hold her in my arms and rock her to sleep. I’ll always wonder who she’d look like, if like her mom or me.

You will always be remembered, I’ll keep writing you songs I may not sing, and fully embrace the comfort that you’re now living with my King.