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…
