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Before beginning with my poem, I would like to explain the situation. I believed I was pregnant. Most of me was terrified. But some part of me, the "mommy" in me, wanted that child. It turned out that I am not pregnant. Although most of me is immensely relieved, the "mommy" in me is in mourning for a child who never was. This poem is written from the "mommy" in me. 

What you almost were
Could have ruined my plans
But still, I wanted you
Still, you would have been mine.

A sweet little girl, a bouncing baby boy,
I would have given up my life for you.
But instead, I choose to live. For you.

You are the light at the end of my tunnel,
You are the lone star in my darkest night
I tattoo my promise to you upon my flesh
So I can never forget.

But you, I will never forget you
My darling that could have been
My first darling that could have been
My beautiful baby who never was