I had you for fifty days
From the first “uh-oh”
To the last whispered apology
You did find your place in my heart
I had you for fifty days
Why did I waste those precious days?
Too few to really know you, none to hold you
Or to kiss your tiny hand
I had you for fifty days
Tenacious, clinging, meant to grow
You took hold in fertile soil but
Lost your grip in the rubble, turned to stone
I had you for fifty days
Nameless, faceless, formless
Wonder that you ever came to be
In dark of night your spirit softly sings
I had you for fifty days
And as long as my heart beats
I will feel the steady rhythm of
The little heart that beat inside of me.