| For My Angels |
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| Missing I look around and listen Something is missing I can't see it, love it, touch it Can't hold it on my knee My heart is always searching For that babe I didn't see. My heart is crying silently For sounds I never hear My baby cooing in his crib Screaming for a feed My heart is aching constantly For the babe I really need. I can't explain my feelings Or why they're as they are I miss my baby, oh so much He wasn't with me long Fifteen short weeks of pregnancy That made a love so strong. A short life that was snatched away It didn't have a chance To live, to breath, to cry, To know its family Our hopes and aspirations The things he'll never be. Of all the conversations The ones I hate the most Are where the people always say You can always have another I can't replace the one I want I'll always be his mother. Each day when I remember Exactly what I should have The children I lost but wanted I know they're in heaven above And my two children here on earth Make seven times motherly love. Michelle 15.07.04 |
| This Page is dedicated to my five angels, sadly lost through miscarriage. Robin, 16 weeks gestation, 16th September 1992 Kelly, 5 weeks gestation, 31st December 1997 Sam, 5 weeks gestation, 25/26th October 2002 March, 5 weeks gestation, March 2003 Kris, 15 weeks gestation, 4/5th February 2004 Not with us but in our hearts forever. |
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| Alone Alone but not alone Empty but full I sit here and wonder Who looks after them all. I gaze through my window I dream and I wish Where are my children? Why is life like this? My choices were taken I didn't have a say I love all my children Each and every day! When life is snatched It hurts in your heart When you remember the babies Who's lives didn't start. You pick up the pieces You try to move on But something is missing Your baby is gone. So please everybody We do need your love To help come to terms with Our child up above. Michelle 17.07.04 |
| Wonder Why As I Sit and Wonder Why I think a lot but never cry My heart is empty, my eyes are dry I think a lot but never cry Looking around, I give a sigh I think a lot but never cry Please tell me God, why oh why Did you let my babies die? Michelle 20.07.04 |