Your fluorescence reflects through the stars at night.
Rings of regret as I think back to that sad night.
I wanted you.
I needed you.
I loved you
dearly.
You were taken from me to meet your maker that sad night.
You were not to survive on this god forsaken earth.
I didn't get a chance to feel the pain and joy of your birth.
To hold you.
To feel you.
To love you
dearly.
You are now in heaven up above.
With this poem, feel my love.
Life is a vicious circle.
You will return as a re-cycle.
My little baby may be gone up above,
But I feel you inside me, my love.
Deborah Ashdown
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lifes-re-cycle/
