To my little baby
who was just an embryo…

To the little soul
that must be flying
free.

You were real
even though you were
too young to exist
totally…

I carried you only
four weeks and a half
and you were so much
part of our lives
already.

We lost you.
It was not meant to be.

But you existed.
You were our little baby
and now you are gone.

Adiós mi Angelito.

March 1-4, 1994.