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Baby Girl

Her

This pain of
Sorrow of something
I lost, but yet never
Had
I hoped for her to be there
But yet she was all
In my head, all along,
She wasn’t really there
That little girl that
Was never here
Yet I hoped to be, with
All my entire living
Being
To hope for that
Baby girl,
To hope to just hold her
In my arms,
Looking down into
Her dark murky blue eyes,
To see the fragments of
Light brown hair on her head,
To hold her in my arms in our bed,
To hope that one day she would say “mama”
To me just as any would.





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