This is to the child I loved, the one I lost before I was meant to.
This is for the little girl who would have danced with me to the songs we were both meant to love.
This is for the angel who I was meant to have changed for, the little one whose heart was in my own.
This is for the girl who would have skipped to school, the baby who would have laughed.
This is for the song I couldn't sing, the poem I could never write.
This is for the moment in time that never existed, in a car that never moved.
This is for the second that could have been a lifetime, the forever that should have been ours.
This is for the darling who should have been her mother's heart, the mother who failed her child.
This is for the nineteen year old who hadn't planned it, but would have loved her had she known.
This is for those two months, which were the best years of her life.
This is for the man that beat a girl when she was broken, who then lost her own little girl.
This is for every night since then, when I wake up in fear of losing what I have already lost.
This is for a gift almost given, and a life taken at its cost.
This is for Eternity. That was meant to be your name.
If anyone asks you in heaven, tell them your mother loved you,
Even though you never ever became.