What If?

by Dawn Brushammar

What if we could bring toys to your home
Instead of flowers to your grave?
Fill your first few days with smiles and stories
Instead of tears and questions?

What if we got to meet you and hold you
Feel your warmth, see your open eyes?
Take you home wrapped in a blanket
Instead of a little white box?

What if the little feet we felt
Inside your mother's tummy
Were now walking, running
And leaving tiny footprints on our lives?

We wouldn't fully appreciate
How lucky we are
Living each day, loving each other
Getting to know your new little sister

Thank you for teaching us
What true love is.
Through your death
We learned how to be truly alive.

Now instead of clinging to what ifs
We hold on to each other more tightly.