I am still your mother, though I've never seen your face I was never able to hear your heartbeat, or feel your sweet embrace. I am still your mother, though I can't assume your gender, or the color of your hair; nor the color of your eyes, but you were still there. I am still your mother, no matter how big or small you were. I'll never get to tickle your little feet, or see a smile I could adore. I still your mother, even though God had taken you too soon. He needed another angel, and a safer place for you; I love you to the moon.