Mommy sorry that she hurt you. I swear to god i wanted to keep you. I wanted to name you and pray for you. You were my wish come true. I wanted to grab your hands and count to ten . Buy picture books and hold your hand . Mommy wanted something to call her own. She didnt care if she would be unclaimed and unknowned, mommy just wanted something to call her own . I didnt care if you were a blessing or a mistake , you were my baby my icing on the cake . But he took you away mommy took the punches and he took you away but when you left I was insain I cut  I cried to help let the pain go away. But now your gone and there not much more to say but mommy my Nia-Renee