NOTE: This poem is about miscarriage
Four weeks of wonder
Four weeks of joy
Is she a girl?
Or is he a boy?
Four weeks of learning
About all the stages
Our little bean
Growing in phases
The pictures we’d take
The things that we’d do
Would he or she grow up
To be like me or you?
The candles on cakes
The scrapes on the knees
The school trips, and days out
And university fees
Four weeks of planning
The things that we’d need
From buggies to bottles
Night time books to read
The smiles and the tantrums
The cuddles and kisses
The laughs and the giggles
The hopes and the wishes
Four weeks of excitement
Four weeks of you
But your heart stopped beating
And part of mine did too
I never got to meet you
To cradle you in my arms
I never got to protect you
And keep you from harms
Four weeks was blissful
Peaceful and happy
You’ll always be my child
And I’ll always be your daddy