Why?

I had some feelings to express, i am not a poet, but this one came out as somewhat of a poem? As i started writing, it just happened :)


Everyday day i think O my
i often asked God why?
I don't understand the
reason, i usually always cry.
I don't want a sick baby
My thoughts are filled with "maybe"
When times get tough
i blame and think, did i not do enough?

How is this fair?
What did I do to deserve this?

Then i stumble across a friend,
It's becoming quite a trend :)
That reminds me life isn't so bad,
there life is so much more sad
Families losing their babies,
or not, but still wondering "maybe"
Having to leave their families for a while
for a chance, a risk, but yet they still smile?
I stop to think about my little one,
about what she's overcome.
We've been so blessed with her,
it has tested my faith for sure.

How is this fair?
What did I do to deserve her?