A poem about: Our babies are our world'sBut when some…

Our babies are our world'sBut when some don't reach the earth plane its heartbreaking not knowing how they will grow upHaving children on the earth plane no matter what they are passing it's so much unbearable painYou see that heart beat and can't wait to hold themYou listen to their stories and laughter and can't wait to see them growWhen they are gone your world is so dark and all you want is to see them againWhen people say you need to move on No sorry I can't never move onThe tears flowThe heart is painful The mind is a constant video on a loopEach breathe you take you wish they could takeEach drink or food you consume you wish they could What you touch you wish they couldBeing a parent without your child is the darkest journey you will have to take till your reunited A parent unbearable pain

In dreams they spun, our babies light,
Forecasts of laughter, tales we crave,
Yet heartbreak tolls when, overnight,
They choose the stars but skip the wave.

Earthly blessings, heartbeat's plea,
Awaited stories, tales untold,
But shadows fall where light should be,
When tiny hands we'll never hold.

The world feels hollow as we yearn,
To see their smiles once more ignite,
"Move on," they say, but fire won't burn
In hearts that ache through endless night.

The tears that fall, a river's way,
Love lingers where it once began,
Each breath we take, each whispered sway,
Waits for its echo, a silent plan.

A parent's path is long and steep,
Bearing the weight of shadowed day,
Yet hope endures and softly keeps,
For love transcends what fades away.

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In dreams they spun, our babies light, Forecasts of laughter, tales we crave, Yet heartbreak tolls when, overnight, They choose the stars but skip the wave. Earthly blessings, heartbeat's plea, Awaited stories, tales untold, But shadows fall where light should be, When tiny hands we'll never hold. The world feels hollow as we yearn, To see their smiles once more ignite, "Move on," they say, but fire won't burn In hearts that ache through endless night. The tears that fall, a river's way, Love lingers where it once began, Each breath we take, each whispered sway, Waits for its echo, a silent plan. A parent's path is long and steep, Bearing the weight of shadowed day, Yet hope endures and softly keeps, For love transcends what fades away.