I look in my rear view mirror
And see a boy
Around the age of seven years old
And I know in my heart
That he was the child
I was not allowed
To Carry to term.
I see him in my mind's eye only
As I watch my other three interact
I can't help but wonder
How different my life
Might have been
If I hadn't miscarried.
On occasion my heart remembers
The hole in my
existence.
And My heart longs
For the fourth child I never held
I can't help but wonder
If there is a child
Waiting to greet me
In heaven
Waiting to meet his mother...
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