To A Mother I Know.

How sad to know
that the little bundle of joy inside
will never know your touch
or what life is like outside.
We hardly knew her,
but we already loved her.
She already, not yet born,
was a princess among the princes -
a joy highly anticipated by your sons.
So we mourn and weep with you,
tears shed for a cruel fate dealt
to the most deserving of mothers.
And as dusk draws near for
an ever-wanted child,
the prayerful will still pray
for your health and your safety.
Rest, weary Mother, and shed your tears,
for we know that silence is not always golden,
and in the quiet moments one hears,
the lost laughter of a little girl
not yet born.