I have lost a child.
A child who never saw my face,
And never touched my skin.
My child, my son, we named Eli.
He did not see the light of day
In the eve of the 10th day.
He was strong, but I was weak.
My body couldn’t hold him
‘Til he is ready to peek.
That child, we longed for
A son to carry our name.
A little lamb to his mama
Who only wanted to caress him.
Wouldn’t it have been wonderful
If I carried him to term?
For he would’ve been fifteen now,
A strong, young man,
That his mama would have loved.
What could he be doing if he was alive?
Would he be playing ball in the field?
Or swimming in the pool?
Would he love the arts?
Or hate his math?
I wonder how it is to have had my son.
How would he have said, “I love you, Mom!”
Alas, I will never know.
But in my heart, I hear his voice,
He says, “I love you, mom. I will see you in heaven.
I am by the gate and to hug you, I can’t wait.”
