She would have been beautiful.
He would have looked like his daddy.
She would be a singer.
He would be athletic.
They would have been perfect.
They would have been mine.
I would have loved my babies.
If I didn't stay up to cry.
If stress never took me.
If peace hit me like a sea.
I should have been loved by their father.
But his love for me turned cold.
He hated his babies,
That he never knew he had.
Why did I miscarry?
Why did nature hate me because he did?
All things beautiful,
All things nice,
All things wonderful,
Lost to nothing but his ice.
