I want you.
I miss you. It may seem silly, since I never got to meet you. I didn’t get to know you. I didn’t get to feel you move within me. You were gone so fast.
But, still, I want you. You would have been my firstborn. I dream of you. To me you’ll always be a curly-haired girl, though you may have been a boy. I imagine you pouting. I cannot imagine you smiling. Smiling would have meant you were happy. Seems impossible. If you’d been happy you wouldn’t have… That’s silly thinking, I know.
But, it doesn’t change how much I miss you. You’ll always be there – in the eyes and smiles of your future siblings (if that ever happens!). I will watch them smile and laugh and play and miss you, my darling child, because no one will ever replace you.
– this post inspired by prompt #5 in the Writing Workshop from sleepisfortheweak.org.uk