As I held you in my hands, you were gone; as were our plans

People say that time will heal. Heal what? Completely empty is all I feel.

I will never get to hold you, no matter how much I want to.

Society dictates I must be strong, its dark, I’m crying, that feels wrong.

I hold your mummy when she cries, it hurts to see the pain behind her eyes.

I hope you are sleeping peacefully, I love you so much my tiny baby.

The truth that I try to hide daily, is that your death has broken me.