Final Sonnet ( A Child I had Loved)

I loved one,who never lived never spoke.
A child who never stirred or never cried
I feel as if it was all a bad joke,
but the infant in her womb just had died.
His small I knew I could've seen.
Who was not welcomed into this harsh world.
Wished he knew the sister, I could have been,
but inside her her womb, he had remained curled.
His eyes never opened to see the sky.
His fingers never moved to touch my own.
death got hold of him like a fly.
But I wished that he was never alone.
And now his tiny soul rests in peace,
but deep down my heart shall remain a crease.