I know I'm not a poet or anything. I'm not even good at writing stories. But I was writing today just to help me cope. I had a miscarriage January 2017 and another one July 2017. This past week I've been thinking hard about my Angel Babies and I feel like some other Moms of Angels feels the same way. So I just wanted to share. I called it who. As I sit here, my mind just wanders. Up to the heavens, way over yonder. Who you would've been? Would you have been a boy or a girl? Would you have had dark hair like daddy, or light hair like mommy? Would it have been straight, or full of curls? Oh how I wish I could have held you longer in my tummy. Would you have been tall like your big sister, or short like your daddy? Would you have mommy's nose or her chunky short toes? Would you have had tan skin like daddy, or extra white like mommy? I just wish I could have kept you a moment longer. There's not a day that goes by that I don't think of you. Until we meet again my sweet angels, you will always be my missing pieces. Watch over mommy, and daddy, and big sister until we get to heaven. I will always wonder who you would have been.