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A love poem for Wilder, my baby

shainymanuel9

Updated: Jun 21, 2020



If only someone had told me. If only I knew. That life would be torn from me. The life that I grew.

The pregnancy was perfect. No symptom of death arose. I loved to feel the wiggle of chubby feet and little toes.

Before conception, and even now, my love rings strong and true. You may not be here in my arms, but you are my baby, and I love you.

 
 
 

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