Dear Little One

I have yet to meet you but there is a place inside my heart.

A place so full of wonder and longing to know who you are.

Did I have a niece, a girl, so beautiful like her mother.

Or another nephew, a boy, who would play catch with his father.

Though these questions go unanswered, there's one I don't even ask.

The answer to this question I know deep down inside my heart.

You, my Dear Little One, can be found wrapped in the arms of God.

This is a poem that I wrote to the baby my sister miscarried.