My stars at night

Your tiny form, a boy or a girl?
I sometimes never got to know.
These aching arms I have to bear,
And the pain will never go.

My womb feels barren and empty,
There’s no pregnancy to face.
Another baby nestling there,
Could never take your place.

A tiny crib stands empty,
I never even got you home.
Instead God called you to his arms,
To keep you as his own.

So now I look into the sky at night,
And wonder where you all are,
And then I see you’re not far away,
In fact you’re the brightest stars!

Nice one Mandri,thanks