It's easy for people to forget
It's easy to be over looked
To them your baby doesn't exist
Everyone celebrates the mothers who see their child
Everyone forgets the mothers who weep for their child
Everyday the angel mom mourns her loss
Everyday time creeps away
Before we know it,
2, 4, 7 years pass
That day becomes a distant memory to those close to you,
But no matter how many years pass
No matter how many kids you have
You always think of the angel baby you could not save
Accepting gods will is not the problem
A mother will always feel a failure of her baby is hurt
And letting one go back to God
Is the hardest to accept
For even though you understand
You always yearn to hold his hand