I wish today were not my birthday.
There is nothing happy about a birthday when your baby died.
I wish I did not have to turn 34 without Ezra in my arms.
He brought so much joy to my 33rd, its cruel.
I wish I were not 34 and still trying to bring a living baby into the world,
When I long for Ezra in my arms.
I wish I never learned how to feel this much sadness and pain.
The world is just too lonely without Ezra.
I wish I could know the immediate joy of becoming a mom,
Without ever having had it snatched away.
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