Never did you hear my cry,
nor did you ever see me try.
No first words, no first steps,
no temper tantrums or missteps.
No knowing whether I was a girl or boy,
or watching me grow, no tears of joy.
I'll never see your smiling face,
as I walk down the aisle with grace.
You'll never hold your grandchild near,
you'll never, ever hold me dear.
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