Try as I might, my heart will never fill. That sweet spot for you my son, is all yours. Can daddy fill it? Oh, how he tries. Bless your loving father, baby Theo. Can all the blue waters filled with all the fish in the sea fill your spot? No, my heart still swims. And what about Madeline your puppy sister? She curls up in the arch of my tummy, filling the spot you once rested for 9 months and yet there is still that ache for you my boy.
Never will the warm sunshine cover your spot, never will another baby cradle the hole in my heart.
I keep it for you. Filled with all the earthly pain of missing you and still more joy from loving you.