Lost - Poem by Aislinn Armstrong
Lies the birth from my womb,
Wishfully in heaven, and leaving an empty tomb,
From a glance,
My poor baby was not given a chance,
How can I ever be accepting,
Of the loss of my beautiful darling,
My baby angel will have beautiful wings,
I'll know you are in heaven, when the archangel's bell rings,
When you where in my womb; and now in heaven,
remember my lullaby;
I love you my baby.
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