by John Kaniecki
Angel
You are not just a part of me
You are the heart of me
Tomorrow
It is a day of sorrow
Stillborn
How I mourn
My life was torn
But come the morn
You would have been seventeen
I never could hold you
I never told you
I love you
But somehow
Even after all the years
Past countless tears
That now
The message comes through
I love you
I think of what I lost
I think of the cost
I think of what could have been
The thoughts run so deep
Sometimes I cannot sleep
I always keep
You close and near
Truly you are here
My wonderful
Angel
So let me say
Happy birthday
I will cry
But I'll get buy
I always do
I love you
And always will
Angel
This poem was written for a Facebook friend whose child was stillborn. She would have turned seventeen the day before the poem. I would gladly write a poem for anybody who simply looks at my books. The various links can be explored on my Weebly page. http://johnkaniecki.weebly.com/ I am also the author of Poet To the Poor published by Dreaming Big Publications. https://www.amazon.com/John-Kaniecki/e/B00NV8AU76