My soul is broken in half,
Other people may laugh,
But I’ve broken into a million pieces,
As my womb releases.
I cannot bring you home,
Could it be a wrong chromosome,
That keeps my children from me,
As I live my life without you three.
I wish I could hold your hand,
To take you to a far-off land,
I wish I could brush your hair,
And tell you that I am there.
I see you three in my mind,
I teach you all how to be kind,
I hold you when you’re upset,
I teach you all the alphabet.
I watch you in your sleep,
I take care of your upkeep,
I kiss the bobo on your knee,
While I bathe you we play with the rubber ducky.
When you have a terrible fever,
I stay up and watch you forever,
When you need someone to talk too,
I will become your own personal guru.
I cannot do any of this,
I lost you three now you don’t exist,
All I have are the hopes and dreams,
As I begin to tear myself at the seems.