Memories of Them

I never got to hold them,
or press their cheeks to mine...
They said things would get better,
That I 'd forget in time...
But this pain is here to stay,
it never goes away...
I knew when their life begin,
For seven months I felt them grow,
With movements from with in...
As I walked down to the nursery,
to see them through the glass;
I knew they would not make it,
Their life was fading fast...
With empty arms I left that place,
Their daddy by my side...
Now many years have come and gone;
So many tears I've cried...
Now my heart has finally mended...
But every Sept.5th, I go back to that day,
Sometimes I hear them as they run and play...
I will always remember just what they meant to me
As I wonder just what would their life be...