My Valentine

A little seed, a brand new start,
who never grew a beating heart.
Too small, too fragile to survive,
is now in Heaven - awake, alive!

The joy you brought is joy now gone,
no dreams of smiles or baby yawns.
The weeks will come and weeks will go,
no longer counted as you grow.

The month of love will come again,
you can be sure I'll remember then;
the baby within, the Valentine,
not meant to be held, but always mine.

Written on June 12, 2007