FIRST BORN
I may never have seen you grow
Nor your little character know
But in winter’s depths you’re in my mind
No matter how many years have passed in time
Into this world you I was meant to welcome
And for why? I couldn’t fathom
They say for this world you were in spirit too pure
Of that I am certainly sure
If that was meant to comfort it did not
And time has passed but I’ve not forgot
The years may have softened the hurt
And other tiny blessings may have brought much comfort
For in another world you may have grown
But you were always and will be my first born
COPYRIGHT ASTRID BROWN