I put my hand,
on my stomach.
I want to hold you,
tell you not to be scared.
But I know,
it is too late.
You are too gone.
Gone, to be in heaven,
with the ones
who have gone before you.
You will be well taken care of,
Sweet child.
I love you,
Tiny baby.
Someday,
I will hold you.
Someday,
I will kiss your forehead
and smoosh your cheeks.
Someday.

About the Author

Erin Gilman

I am a stay-at-home mom of a two and a 1/2 year old and a one-year-old. It is a daily chore of mine to find the balance between being a mom, wife, and women.