For Kelli

I will not get to see your first step,
I will not get to see you grow.
You were taken from us so early,
The Gods' reasons I do not know.

No midnight feedings,
No monsters under the bed.
You wont even know I existed,
For never shall I be the one to tuck you into bed.

No first boyfriend,
No graduation prom.
I can only hope you will be happy,
With your family you were born from.

©Mike Halvorsen
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