It was a rainy Tuesday morning,
My darling little girl,
When your Daddy rushed me to the hospital
And you came into the world.
We named you Elena Michelle
And loved you immediately.
We brought you to our simple home
And for the first time, we were three.
Try as we might to persuade you,
Your very first word was banana.
You met our friends and family.
We told you about Papa and Nana.
Together we joined the girl scouts
I taught you as I had learned.
We pitched tents and practiced knots,
And learned how marshmallows burned.
Your Daddy taught you to ride a bike.
The three of us did theater.
You blossomed into a teenager
And life couldn’t have been any sweeter.
Then middle school was rough for you
But you knew you had us there,
Even if life wasn’t always perfect and
It wasn’t always fair.
The important thing was: you had us.
The important thing was: we had you.
At least, that’s the way I imagine life would be
If wishes and dreams came true.
But sadly, you were never meant for middle school
Nor grade school for that matter.
There never was girl scouts or theater
No tiny feet going “Pitter-Patter”.
Despite many rainy Tuesdays,
And all the efforts before,
Despite wishing and hoping and praying and dreaming
My little girl will never be born.
Maybe I waited too long.
Maybe she was never meant to be.
But that doesn’t change how deeply I love her;
Doesn’t change my want or my need.
Dear Elena Michelle, I will cherish you always
And the milestones left undone,
It would have been my great honor to be your mother.
I’ll always love you, my little one.
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