daydreams

How do you love a person who never got to be, or try to envision a face you never got to see? How do you mourn the death of one who never got to live. When there's nothing to feel good about and nothing to forgive? I love you, my little baby, my companion of the night. Wandering through my lonely hours, beautiful and bright. What does it mean to die before you ever were born, to live the lovely night of life and never see the dawn? Ah! My little baby, you lived like anyone! Life's a burst of joy and pain. And then like yours, it's done. I love you, my little baby, just as if you'd lived for years. No more, no less, I think of you, the Angel of my tears.

Having a baby is a life-changer. It gives you a whole other perspective on why you wake up every day.

Monday's child is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go,
Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's child works hard for a living,
But the child who is born on the Sabbath day
Is bonnie and blithe and good and gay.