For my people who are broken-hearted
disappointed
let-down
betrayed
For my people whose dreams are crushed
dashed
trampled
upon
discarded
For my people whose parenthood is short
fleeting
gone in the
blink of an eye
not valued
For my people whose desire is to hold their baby
watch them
grow
hear their first words
watch them take their first steps
For my people who hope to meet their children soon
You should publish this. Even so many years later, it comforts me.
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