The unfinished lullaby

I never heard your first soft cry,

nor held your hand in mine.

No tiny fingers grasped my own,

no eyes that mirrored mine.

You grew in silence, safe and warm,

a whisper yet to be.

But fate unspoke the words of life,

and took you back from me.

I dreamed of lullabies to sing,

of laughter, love, and light.

But now I hum a quiet tune

to fill the empty night.

Though time moves on, I won’t forget—

your name remains unsaid,

but in my heart, you softly live,

not lost, just born to rest.