Why him?
Why did God have to give then take?
What did that innocent soul do to deserve death?
Didn’t he deserve a mother’s love?
My heart bleeds every day,
Hatred is slowly growing inside me.
As for weeping, tears are no longer coming out.
I carried him with love for nine months.
Little did I know he wasn’t here to stay.
My heart yearns to see him grow day by day,
Unfortunately, some things are not meant to be.
If I were to return one deceased, it would be him.
The soft kicks I felt in my tummy are the memories
I have left with me.
God took from me, a part of me I can never replace.
Why him?