Your little heart beating gave me hope, Hope I have seen before and lost, But I still focused on holding you in my arms, I created a future, I painted our life on a blank canvas – but that’s not a reality, maybe you’re my final message. I waited patiently for those seconds that seem to take forever, I emptied my bladder but I thought maybe you were still there, I held onto hope for so many seconds more as the probe entered into darkness. There you were perfectly formed, perfectly protected by my progesterone uterus, But your heart wasn’t beating anymore and you were floating around not wanting to…