When the moon is hiding behind the clouds,
that’s when silence screams so loud.
It takes me back to relive that night,
the sorrow, the pain, the useless “It will be alrights.”
But nothing was okay,
’cause death stole you from me that day.
Half your dad and half of me, 
you didn’t even get to be.
I curled up on the bathroom floor,
and wrapped my arms around my core.
I cried until my eyes ran dry,
and begged and pleaded, “Oh God, why!”
The tile was cold against my skin,
but I was numb from the pain within.
I’ll never understand,
why you didn’t have a chance.
They say it happened for a reason,
or maybe it was not our season.
But that’s not right,
because it was your life.
You weren’t a seed that didn’t grow.
You’re a child, a sibling, a soul we long to know.
I know God has His very own plans,
and though you rest with peace in His hands,
I can’t heal my fragile heart.
Maternal bond shattered right from the start.
A tease, a taunt, a cruel part of life.
Taken before you could even fight.
Little hands I’ll never hold.
All your warmth nothing but cold.
The sweetest laughter I’ll never hear.
My beautiful babe just disappeared.
No tummy to tickle or booboos to kiss.
No cries to soothe or toys to fix.
No little feet running about.
Only my aching arms reaching out.
But in the pain, there is a refuge.
God offers solace I can’t refuse.
He opens His arms and invites me in,
the greatest comfort there’s ever been.
I know the stolen time is only on Earth,
but sometimes I just can’t stop the hurt.