There is a lady that I do not know,
She gazed at her sleeping baby
And found that life had left her.
Her soul released a desperate cry.

There is a lady that I do not know,
Her milky breasts are heavy and ache
As she searches for ways to explain
That their sister has gone.

There is a lady that I do not know
She’s planning her baby’s funeral
Deciding how best to say goodbye
Without a hug or a kiss.

I can’t write about what my children have played
Or how my life moves from day to day.
I can’t show you pictures of beautiful views
Or comment on the latest news.

There is a lady that I do not know
I can’t feel her pain or sorrow
But her life could easily be my life
And it haunts me.

For Jennie at Edspire a lady that I do not know.