The Unborns She was expecting a baby She was going to paint her room pink She would have been her little princess Until she was born dead   The world was still The tears were dry It didn’t matter anymore Because she was born dead   She stopped crying at the park Where little girls ran to their mother She stopped question herself Why was she born dead?   She gave birth to a son He was her little prince But when she went to sleep that night Her little girl ran into her arms in her dreams This poem is about a woman who has a miscarriage and how…