To my unborn child:

This is a day
I wish I could say
everything turned out
a different way

I never knew you
nor called you friend
but my love for you
will never end

Son or daughter
someday I'll see
what manner of person
you grew up to be

But for the rest of my life
until I die
I'll always find myself
asking "why?"

And someday I'll know.

Baby Splittorff August 28, 2006