So small.
Baby clothes are so small.
Tiny socks and shoes and
dungarees and sleep suits,
waiting for a tiny human.
I walk up and down the aisles
with my mother
as she coos and giggles
and reminisces about
the time I was small enough
to be dressed in these outfits.
I try to smile
and join in the excitement
because new life is
something to be excited about!
But all I can think
is about the three
I failed to carry myself
and that I will never carry one again.