What Am I?
A Mother 
I have only one son,
And I am grateful to be so lucky.
But to others that one is none.
What am I?

He has a day of birth.
But he did not move, he did not cry.
He never had a life on this earth.
What am I?

Now I have nothing.
No dirty diapers, no midnight feedings.
But I have the pain the death of a child
can bring.
What am I?

My son did live!
For those nine long months inside of me.
We learned because he had so much to give.
I am a mother!