"Ripped away"

Ripped away
Tiny feet, hands, toes
Skin so soft, sparkling eyes

Ripped away
Holding you, kissing you, rocking you
Reading books, singing songs
Dancing, learning,
teaching each other about life

Ripped away
Sorry I couldn't save you
Saddened I'll never see you grow
My dear sweet, beautiful, little flower

Ripped away
My heart
My soul

— Brent Conklin, Dec. 13, 2008

Wondering

I spent yesterday wondering what you would look like at two weeks old. What little mannerisms would you have? What would you look like in a year? In 18 years? What would you be when you grew up? Would you be calm and patient like your dad? Or always on the go, like me?

More than anything I want see your little face again and get to know you, experience you, touch and smell you. I hope it will hurt less today than it did yesterday and that tomorrow will be even better still. But, somehow, I think not.

We miss you so much it aches. No matter how far we run, you are always on our minds.