I bring out the memories of you from their hiding places.
Unwrap them slowly, stingily, looking over my shoulder.
Nothing to prove you were mine, carried only for a moment.
Tests and lab slips in a drawer I can't bring myself to empty.
Secret treasures, my hopes unfulfilled
I know your stories, the dates, how old you would be when, if, how...
I've kept you to myself, scared of those who would not understand.
This lump in my throat is choking me.
I need to say you were here, you mattered, I miss you so much
I have two lovely children but there would have, could have, been four.
Had I paid less attention I might have missed you completely
Might have missed the miracles I held for far too short a time.
You deserve recognition, and names
Not just whispered when I am alone, but by dad, and others.
They should be written, announced, set in stone and immortalized.
To my littles, babies I never held, never saw, and until now rarely acknowledged; We are going to bring you to the light, share you with others.
A bench is being made with a plaque that will declare your names for others to see, recognize, and know you were here and you did change us, you did and do make a difference.