I got another call tonight.
The ones where the couple on the other end have lost a baby.
They need pictures, one last set of pictures.
Have I loved my kids enough today?
Will I remember the way they looked,
the way they smell,
the way they breathed when they thought I wasn’t watching?
Will they know I love them?
With all my heart, loved them.
Will I know I showed them?
Will I regret not doing more?
I’ll keep trying.
I promise not to regret
letting them go to sleep,
not being absolutely sure they know
I loved them.
No matter what.