Little Eyes

Little eyes, you never opened,

Little voice, you never cried.

Would your eyes been blue like Daddy's?

Or would they have been green like mine?

Little hand, I never grasped you,

Never held your little body tight.

But in my heart I hold the hope that

You rest in my Father's arms tonight.

Little life,

 Not mine to save.

My womb your home

And too your grave.

Little eyes, you never opened,

Little voice, you never cried.

Would your eyes been blue like Daddy's?

Or would they have been green like mine?