Dearest Elijah Dean Poem by Kristy Artmann Carlisle

I may have never gotten to see your face or hold you in my arms,
I may have never felt you move within my womb;
Or even got to see you lay in a permanent tomb.
I may have never heard your various cries or saw your precious smile,
I may have never gotten to see you learn to crawl or walk or your beautiful blue eyes light up when you saw me enter the room;
All I have to hold onto is a future destined heavenly meeting and this present undying gloom.
You're my glimmer—that unexpected happiness and hope for a joyous future,
Until we meet again, I cherish your presence if only for a blink;
Meanwhile, of all the ‘what coulda beens', I'll pleasantly think.
Forever, you will be remembered, my dearest Elijah Dean.

Kristy Cherie Artmann—-Sept.19,2024