I never saw your smile

or the color of your eyes.

I never heard your laughter

and I never heard your cries.


You never felt my kisses

upon your cheek and nose.

Or tickles underneath your chin

and on your little toes.


You didn’t hear, “I Love You”

and you didn’t see me weep,

for your spirit left your body

and you were born asleep.


But there’ll be a time, sweet child,

when in death, my eyes close too,

and I know that when they open

I’ll awaken there with you.