Carlee Anne Zirkin

I loved you before you were born, before I ever saw your face. Before I held you in my arms, before I gave you a name. Before I heard your voice, or saw your first smile. Even before I realized, you were only here a while. I loved you in every moment and imagined those we wouldn’t share. You’re first steps, your first words, and the first lock of your hair. As the Angels quietly sing, I struggle to understand. Wishing for one more moment, to hold your tiny hand.