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My small quiet baby, born oh so quiet,<\/p>\n
You did not move, look into our eyes, or cause a riot.<\/p>\n
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I would feel your fluttering and jumps inside of me,<\/p>\n
Yet how few and far in between they were to be.<\/p>\n
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I saw your pictures on the ultrasound being awakened from your sleep,<\/p>\n
Then you would move around too quickly for me to have a closer peep.<\/p>\n
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You were born and I looked into those perfect but still fingertips,<\/p>\n
So perfectly small with the most beautiful lips.<\/p>\n
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I knew that you were unwell but prayed for a cure,<\/p>\n
But instead, God had a greater plan for you, my baby, oh so pure!<\/p>\n
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Your sweet smell perfumes your cloths kept in my memory box,<\/p>\n
Bringing back memories that burn like electric shocks.<\/p>\n
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Up to the singing angels your innocent soul was taken,<\/p>\n
I did not see your eyes or hear your cries, feeling completely shaken.<\/p>\n
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I kissed you and said ‘I love you’ but how could this be it?<\/p>\n
I kept wanting to hold on for a few more minutes, for just a bit?<\/p>\n
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There was sadness that turned into anger as I had to part,<\/p>\n
Now you are just a painful memory forever imprinted into my heart.<\/p>\n
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I will never hear your voice or see you lose your first tooth,<\/p>\n
I will never see you play with your siblings or see you grow into youth.<\/p>\n
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I will never see you walk your first steps or learn to swim in the pool,<\/p>\n
I will never get to walk with you on your first day of school.<\/p>\n
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Yes, my heart is feeling a pain it never knew would exist,<\/p>\n
I had to give you up but the short memory of you will forever persist.<\/p>\n
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My sweet baby John, you are not here but I will always love you!<\/p>\n
I am thankful you are looked after, watching from above with the best view!<\/p>\n
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And with your eyes open wide, I will see you again soon,<\/p>\n
‘I am your loving mama’ I will shout it out, all the way to the moon!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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