I wrote this one a little while after I lost my daughter to a m/c

Cradled in the first room of life
I am your protector
before you awaken into this world I will nurture you and keep you warm within the balnkets of my flesh and blood.
You are mine….

You were created in love
I am your maker
before life tries to break your innocent spirit I will be the  one who will guide you and
set you in the path of the straight and narrow.
You are mine….

But even I cannot challenge nature;
when your cradle becomes your tomb and your lifeline guides you to your death
as the Umbilical Noose
wrings the life from your tiny body.
You were mine…..