A letter to my unborn child

Hello, my unborn child, my baby, my sweet honey bunch.

I wrote this letter, so you know how much I love you, or rather, how much I would have loved you. I wish that I would have had the chance, to hold you in my hands, to kiss you on your small sweet lips, to love you, to provide and to laugh with you..... . but fate had it otherwise.

You're all I lived for, you're all I always hoped to meet, to share my childhood stories with, my wisdom, to teach you how to read and write, how to ride a bike, how to tie you hair and shoe laces, how to bath yourself. But well. Fate had it that we wouldn't meet.

If we had met, I would have taken you for long walks to the park, I would have bought you all the candy you would ever wanted. And ohh your first day at school, it would have been perfect.
I've always imagined the pain of motherhood, the pain of your sick child, helpless and in need of a mother's touch, I would have gave that to you, the long and sleepless nights, I would have sang to you sweet melodies and read you fascinating bedtime stories.

You'ld have taken the intelligence of your mother, did well in school, did well in sports or whatever you might have chosen. I would have given you my support. Every school activity, or any other good, I would have been right by your side to the very end.

It would have been a joy to watch you grow, from sitting, to crawling, to walking, then running, then growing up to be a teenager, going to college, graduating and making the best of your life.
Wherever you are, I believe you're an angel, just know that mummy loves you, and would have wished to meet you, but she could not control fate. All her efforts and hardwork, where for you, but now that we'll never meet, all seems like vanity.

I love you baby

Mum