I never got to cut his hair
to tie his shoes
or change his clothes.
His little feet will never walk,
never jump,
and never climb.
But I'll remember him every day,
every month,
every year and never, never forget.
What little time we had together,
I heard his heart
beat light as a feather.
I felt his kicks against my side.
I know
he 's there, my boy, my pride.
I Never... Copyright Andrea Lewis 2010
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