It should have been around my due date for the baby I lost in March at 7 weeks My sister gave me this poem at the time, but it was too hard to read to the end, as the hurt was too raw. I found in by chance again and managed to get to the end. It expresses exactly how I felt then and how I still feel now. Thought I would share... Just Those Few Weeks For those few weeks-- I had you to myself And that seems too short a time to be changed so profoundly. In those few weeks-- I came to know you and to love you. You came to trust me with your life. Oh, what a life I had planned for you! Just those few weeks-- When I lost you. I lost a lifetime of hopes, plans, dreams, and aspirations... A slice of my future simply vanished overnight. Just those few weeks-- It wasn't enough time to convince others how special and important you were. How odd, a truly unique person has recently died and no one is mourning the passing. Just a mere few weeks-- And no "normal" person would cry all night over a tiny, unfinshed baby, or get depressed and withdrawn day after endless day. No one would, so why am I? You were just those few weeks my little one you darted in and out of my life too quickly. But it seems that's all the time you needed to make my life so much richer and give me a small glimpse of eternity.