They say love is blind and you made this true.
I never got to place you in an outfit either pink or blue.
Never rocked you in my arms as you always quietly slept.
Not one tear did I get to dry as you sadly wept.

I planned for you each and every day
I dreamed of you thought it would all be okay

I prepared for you in that motherly sort of way.

Then soon I had you but God took you away.

So now I miss you as the pain slowly eases each day.

I love you Serenity you are my first precious Babe.

Maybe this is the way Maa is supposed to feel,
Perhaps my wounds are never intended to heal.
If I could ask but one question why,
How is it God could need you more than I?