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To My Unborn

Nearly all of my friends and my family  
Well they have little ones running amuck  
Younger me, she didn’t know that she’d care  
She always thought she wouldn’t give a —

Still she had all these names picked out  
Ranging from favorite to least of the bunch  
Though she never settled on a boy’s name  
She’d have a girl, she said on a hunch  
 
She grew up and fell in love but  
She never dared change her pick  
She would’ve named you Aydalee  
But everything changed when she got sick  
 
You might be blue eyed, so bright and alive  
You’d have my black hair and my spirit  
Your dad’s quick wit, and his stunning smile  
You may even write, oh I could just see it  
 
You’d be very smart, and maybe good at art  
You’d be super cunning, and have a huge heart  
You might have your dad’s impatience but,  
My long bouncing curls, the sweetest little girl  
 
Younger me, she couldn’t torture you this way  
She couldn’t bring you into this world  
When she knew of all the pain, all the doctor appointments, she couldn’t bring you same  
 
She’s glad to have protected you  
She thinks of you often, how perfect you’d be  
But by never even having you, darling  
That’s the best mom that I could be  
 
I wonder what will become of old me  
When everything I know is gone
I won’t have you, my sweet Aydalee  
But that’s okay, I know I must move on
 
I know that you aren’t real, but  
In my heart, you really struck a chord  
You never even touched this earth  
And yet you’ve been so adored
Written by LivDiane
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