Someday I’ll tell them . . .
The babies my arms have never carried, though my heart always will.
Someday I’ll tell them . . .
How I prayed they’d be mine.
Someday I’ll tell them . . .
How deeply they were wanted.
Someday I’ll tell them . . .
How I was covered in joy to be their mom.
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Someday I’ll tell them . . .
How fully my heart broke, how long it ached when I lost them.
Someday I’ll tell them . . .
How expecting again felt like a battle in the soul between terror and hope.
Someday I’ll tell them . . .
How hard I had to work to find peace in that storm.
Someday I’ll tell them . . .
How our home eventually became full with the sounds of children.
Someday I’ll tell them . . .
How even in the flurry that became life, in my heart they always stayed.
Someday I’ll tell them . . .
How their life and loss have shaped me.
Someday I’ll tell them . . .
How I’m more grateful.
Someday I’ll tell them . . .
How my heart is softer.
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Someday I’ll tell them . . .
How they taught me not to take anything for granted.
Someday I’ll tell them . . .
How tightly I hold their siblings.
Someday I’ll tell them . . .
How they’ve never really left me.
Someday I’ll tell them . . .
How much they are loved.
Someday I’ll tell them . . .
Because someday . . .
I’ll hold them.
Originally published on the author’s Facebook page