18 Weeks
Just 18 weeks that you were here,
our little babes, not even 18 years.
How can others know or realize the pain missing you,
the tears left in our eyes.
If we could have you back,
we would take that chance,
just to have you both,
we would sacrifice,
so much for you to have that chance,
to make those moments grow and last.
But it's just a dream,
one that can't come true,
we're left with only memories of you,
wishing an alternate universe you're both alive,
you'll get to have those moments, breathing, alive.
18 weeks, Not 18 months, Or 18 years.
If time stood still you'd still be here,
but what good would that do, erase years?
Just 18 weeks, Not 18 months, Or 18 years.
I never get to see you babes grow up or have your golden years.
This Momma's left remembering, crying loving tears.
If someone told me I'd just have 18 weeks,
I'd reply I wouldn't change a thing.
I couldn't change the fact we tried for eight long years.
We wanted you, how could we,
you babes were our dream come true.
If dreams came true so easy people wouldn't work hard,
or be mindful, gracious, keep in mind,
all the reward that life gives for your time,
all the joys you hold, the sacrifice.
It isn't easy that's why some are challenged more,
ever so much more cherishing what life has in store,
and when your work pays off you have your reward,
valuing what you have even more.
18 weeks, Not 18 months, Or 18 years.
If time stood still you'd still be here,
but what good would that do, erase years?
Just 18 weeks, Not 18 months, Or 18 years.
I never get to see you babes grow up or have your golden years.
This Momma's left remembering, crying loving tears.
Just 18 weeks, others will not realize the pain that sits and rots inside,
because your hearts no longer beat,
no longer you're alive,
heartbroken years were taken from you,
questions still asking why.
18 weeks, Not 18 months, Or 18 years.
This Momma's left remembering, crying loving tears.
18 Weeks, © by Evelyn Schwenke March 11th 2012
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