You're a mum, whilst it appears I am not, and my heart it aches an awful lot, for my little baby, my soul just longs, and I can't understand why it all went wrong, for I'm not as lucky, as lucky as you, because my little baby did not make it through, so my arms are empty and my chest lies bare, and my heart it's broken because life's unfair. So please do not ask me, "When will it be you?" With all my little hearts been through, "The clock is ticking" "You best be quick" How I long to feel my baby kick. The horrendous pain I feel inside, I've lost count of all the tears I've cried, as I am a mum to a baby you cannot see, a baby that meant the world to me, and now I long for a rainbow to come, and hear a little voice calling me "Mum." This smile I use as a mask, so please remember before you ask, that not everyone finds it easy to carry or conceive, and there may just be a baby that I grieve, a baby who I did not want to part with little footprints on my heart. So now I long for the day to come, I'm without my baby, but I'm still a mum.