Thirteen Days

Thirteen Days

For thirteen days you were on my mind.

I dreamed of your cry. I pictured your eyes staring back at me.

I was cauteous with my heart and tried not to let you,

but you preoccupied me.

For thirteen days I spoke to you.

You had a place in our family. We gave you a name.

I began to see the light of a rainbow emerging from the darkness.

You were our little secret. You brought hope to July.

I saw you on the screen.

You were there. You lived.
I could tell when you left.

With my heart breaking, I held you in my hands on the thirteenth day.

I did not give you up easily.

Thirteen days seemed like a lifetime to me.

It was. It was your life time.

  I am grateful to God for allowing me to spend every single moment

of your life, my precious child, with you.

I love you, Baby Vic. Your life was so brief.
Your memory will live in my heart much longer.

In memory of our Victor Port Millward 
miscarried at 6 weeks November 13, 2012