The children of the world, we think of everyday
But what about the ones, who
In this world
They could not stay.
Though loved and cared for from the start,
their Mommies and Daddies were forced to part.
Gone, but not forgotten, the memories never fade
Of Heaven’s little angels, for whom their souls we’ve prayed.
The tiny little babies, seen on a screen then gone,
the little ones born quiet without a yell or yawn.
The strong hearts somehow stifled, so early on in life.
“How could this happen to us?” cried parents filled with strife.
An empty crib, a silent room, an unused swing, a sense of gloom.
Reminders of the lives they’ve lost.
They’d bring them back at any cost.
Yet, somehow in the darkness, we
Find warmth in a light we cannot see.
And through our tears, our hope’s restored.
We know our child is with the Lord.
As seasons go by and birthdays are missed,
we’ll cherish the children, who’s foreheads we’ve kissed,
But, always remember the angels above,
Who showed us true heart ache,
Yet taught us to LOVE.
Written by Kali Anderson