I remember

I Remember


I remember the sound of your voice, and the touch of your hands.
I remember falling asleep to the beating of your heart, and waiting to be held by your loving arms.
I remember how you felt when he would tell you he loved you, and how he said he would be your everything.
I remember the plans you were making, and the party you were planning for me.
I also remember when you told him about me, and how your heart began to beat uncontrollable.
I remember him telling you, how he hated both of us, and that he wishes I would die.
What I remember the most, is how you told him you would do anything if he would only stay.
The last thing I remember is the Doctor telling you this will be over shortly.
I was never held in your loving arms, and never felt the touch of your hands.
I never had that party you planned.
I was only eighteen weeks old when I met Jesus, because you or daddy didn't want me.