Lost child of my own

poem by: Anna Tate
Written on May 01, 2017

You were a little creation in lifes making
Which sadly has left my heart on the breaking.
A grandchild created not to live on this earth 
At least in heaven youve given this ctuel world wide berth.

And i can only imagine what your life could have been
In imagination of what onlu my thoughts now are seen.
Born into thos world but without lige or breath
Already an angel in heaven, already gone to your death.

I wont ever forget you even though life didnt become
A part of the future with me or your family in years to succumb. 
Kust the size of my palm when you into the world appeared
A picture to of perfection & beauty kept from a world to be feared.

Copyright © Anna Sabrina Tate | Year Posted 2016 http://www.poemgasm.com/home/index/20438

 

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