Hurting

I cant hold a baby too long

Without breaking down.

I have to pretend to be happy.

Keep smiling. Don't frown.

They make me think of scenarios

Of if she was still here.

Than my heart starts to break,

And I shed every tear.

Is this what It'd be like to hold her?

Would she hug me the same?

If I actually got to see you

Would you have a different name?

Who would you be,

And what would you look like?

Would you have my smile?

Would you have his eyes?

Too many babies,

And yet I couldn't have mine.

Every baby I see

Will hurt me for the rest of time.

SS