When I was expecting,

Waiting to have you,

Life was full of maybes,

One for every day.

Maybe...

She'll like art,

or music,

or poetry,

or sports,

or animals.

But now I've passed,

So I can't watch you progress,

So all those maybes,

Are now maybe nevers.

A/N

I did not write this! My twin wrote it and I am upset about it!