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