Who is the baby in the photo?
The one I nestled in my womb for 40 weeks,
Labored for, screamed for, pushed for and then cried for.
Who was robbed from me at birth,
Arriving silently and still.
The one who I knew so well -
Full of life,
Kicking, punching, and rolling fervently.
Happiness, futures, hopes, and dreams,
Now a mystery of what-ifs.
Who is the baby in the photo?
The one who is still and lifeless,
With blue cheeks and plum lips -
My own flesh and blood,
Who is quietly sleeping,
About to wake up at any moment.
Who is the baby in the photo?
The one who is so familiar
Yet such a stranger.
What are the sounds of her coos?
The smell of her breath?
The look of her smile?
Who is the baby in the photo?
A daughter
A sister
A granddaughter
A cousin
A niece
A friend
Who is the baby in the photo?
A stranger who I’ll never know
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