IN MEMORY OF
miscarried December 13, 2004.
by Mommy, Daddy, Sissy, and Micah B:
In a baby castle just beyond my eye,
My baby plays with angel toys that money cannot buy.
Who am I to wish him back,
Into this world of strife?
No, play on my baby,
You have eternal life.
At night when all is silent
And sleep forsakes my eyes
I'll hear his tiny footsteps come running to my side.
His little hands caress me, so tenderly and sweet
I'll breathe a prayer and close my eyes and embrace him in my sleep.
Now I have a treasure that I rate above all other,
I have known true glory - I am still his mother.
To all my angels, God bless.
Mommy and Daddy
This is a poem written in a book by Doris Stokes that I found really helpful so I thought I would pass it on. Found this on a message board and it says everything that I feel. We were going to have a baby, but we had an angel instead.