Unsung Lullaby

Dead baby in the womb. Taken from us far too soon. Painful memories of a name. A name we chose. For a baby we will never get to hold. Tears dripped from our eyes, like rain dripping from the skies. Holding on to thoughts of unsung lullabies. Nights filled with pain. It's insane to think we can never call your name, and ask if you want to play a game. Days that are empty of the sounds of your voice. Void of the fights you would've had with a sister you may never meet. Void of the sound of your unique little heartbeat.