to my unborn nephew: some questions

how do i know you were to be a nephew?
did you feel it when you were uncreated?
did your mother wake that morning and just know?
did your father wonder if you'd have had his hair?
do your grandparents still want to buy you crayons?

do the children in the playgrounds feel the missing sound of your feet?
will the school books you'd own lie unbought in their shelves?
will no one else ever have your voice?
had the air made space for the shape of your body?
were you here or are you gone?

oh if nothing else,
answer me this:
am i allowed to
love you
like we love the living?