Poems in my darkest times

Her

You'll never know who she is.
You'll never see her smile.
Or the see the curls of brown hair on her head.
You'll never see her dressed up.
You'll never even get to hold her
Just once.
But I promise she will hear all about you.
And your love and joy.
She will know everything about you
As she grows up.
My baby girl will love you
Just as much as I did.