Delilah Grace

Oh my sweet Delilah Grace,
I couldn't wait to see your face
And hold your hand and smell your skin -
I loved the thought of you within.

And we would've coped, your Dad and I
But too soon we had to say goodbye.
And it makes me cry when people say:
"Maybe it's better off this way",

Because you would've been perfect, that I know,
I just couldn't wait to see you grow;
With my big eyes and his cute grin
Hair, dark brown, and a little chin.

So were you imaginary, child of mine?
Did I ever feel you move inside?
And is it my fault that you're not here?
One thing's for sure, I love you dear.

And when March '13 comes around
(The month I should've been most round)
I'll think of you, my little one,
And await the day another comes.