Mummy was so happy to be pregnant with you. I was totally paranoid that you wouldn't stay with us and drove myself crazy in the early weeks.

I even paid to have a private scan done at 10 weeks to check on you. You were leaping around everywhere as if to say - see Mummy you are being silly.

We came home and told everyone that you were on your way and the children were thrilled.

On 8th March we heard the precious sound of your heartbeat through the dopplar and Mummy taped it on her mobile phone.

On Thursday 11th March I went for my scan which was just to be routine and they broke my heart by telling me you had died the day before.

On Friday I went into hospital and was given a tablet to bring you to me and then some more on Saturday.

At 5pm on Saturday you were born. 12.5cm long weighing 2oz and totally totally perfect.

I can't believe I don't get to keep you with me forever and watch you grow up.

I miss you so much.

When you lose a parent, you lose your past.

When you lose a spouse, you lose your present...

But when you lose a child, you lose your future.

A wife who loses her husband is called a widow.

A husband who loses his wife is called a widower.

A child who loses their parents is called an orphan.

There is no word for a parent who loses a child...

That's how awful the loss is.

My Mum she tells a lot of lies

She never did before.

From now until the day she dies

She'll tell a whole lot more.

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She used to tell the truth a lot,

but now it doesn't matter,

I died and went to heaven,

her life is all a shatter.

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Ask my Mum how she is,

She'll say yes I'm fine!

She wants to beg "Please help me

I cant find that princess of mine!

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Ask my Mum how she is,

she'll say "I'm alright"

If that's the truth then tell me,

why does she cry each night?

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Ask my Mum how she is,

she seems to cope so well

She didn't have a choice you see,

nor the strength to yell.

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You think you know the feeling,

but this just cannot be,

For even though you loved me,

you didn't love as much as she.

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She will smile and tell you,

"It's okay God has a plan.

But she will turn away and cry,

because she just can't understand.

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Tell a joke and she will laugh,

but she is not ok

She wants to share the joke with me,

but it will not be today.

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I watch her from here in heaven,

She's crying, I can see

Will someone please take care of her,

and thus take care of me?

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Some day you will feel better

"Yes I will" she lies.

She knows this will not happen,

Until the day she dies.

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Ask my Mum how she is,

She'll say, thank you good

"She cannot tell you how she feels,

 Oh how I wish she could.

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Ask my Mum how she is

I'm fine, I'm well, I'm coping.

"For goodness sake Mum, tell the truth,

just say your heart is broken.

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Ask my Mum how she is,

I'm well, I'm good, and you?

I'll shake my head in heaven

It simply isn't true.

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She'll love me all her life,

I loved her all of mine.

But if you ask her how she is,

she'll lie and say she's fine.

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Her carnival is over,

She's stepped off the carousel,

But to save you feeling badly,

She'll say, thanks all is well.

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My Mum she's not gone mad yet

But oh so very nearly.

Dont ask my Mum how she is,

Ask her how is she really.

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I'm here in heaven,

I can not hug from here.

If she lies to you dont listen.

Hug her, hold her near.

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On the day we meet again,

we'll smile and I'll be bold

I'll say "Your lucky to get in here

with all the lies you told !!"

An angel in the book of life

wrote down my childs birth

and whispered as she closed the book

Much too beautiful for earth. 

My precious little baby,

Your face I'll always see.

Your skin I got to touch

And hold you close to me.

You lived inside my body, but only for a while;

till Jesus softly whispered,

“Come home my little child”

You must have been a special Child;

If God needed you up there,

Because heaven is a better home,

It’s beauty cant compare.

So, until I get to heaven,

and see your shining face;

Jesus will take care of you,

and love you in my place.

Yes, Jesus loves his little lambs,

they sit around his throne;

so sit on Jesus’ lap dear child–

Till Mummy gets called home.

I thought of you and closed my eyes
And prayed to God today.
I asked what makes a Mother
And I know I heard him say.

A Mother has a baby
This we know is true.
But God, can you be a Mother
When your baby's not with you?

Yes, you can He replied
With confidence in His voice
I give many women babies
When they leave is not their choice.

Some I send for a lifetime
And others for a day.
And some I send to fill the womb
But there's no need to stay.

I just don't understand this, God
I want my baby here
He took a breath and cleared His throat
And then I saw a tear.

I wish I could show you
What your child is doing today.
If you could see your child smile
With other children and say

"We go to earth and learn our lessons
Of love and life and fear.
My Mummy loved me oh so much
I got to come straight here.

I feel so lucky to have a Mummy
Who had so much love for me
I learned my lesson very quickly
My Mummy set me free.

I miss my Mummy oh so much
But I visit her every day.
When she goes to sleep
On her pillow is where I lay.

I stroke her hair and kiss her cheek
And whisper in her ear
"Mummy don't be sad today
I'm your baby and I'm here."

So you see my dear sweet one
Your children are OK
Your babies are here in My home
And this is where they'll stay.

They'll wait for you with me
Until your lesson is through
And on the day that you come home
They'll be at the gates for you.

So now you see what makes a Mother
It's the feeling in your heart.
It's the love you had so much of
Right from the very start!!!

Your little girl 
cries too much
My little girl
makes no sound.
Your little girl
sleeps warm in her crib
My little girl
lies in the ground.

Your little girl
woke up today
My little girl
never will.
Your little girl
laughs and plays
My little girl
lies still.

Your little girl
makes you proud
Just as proud as I
Cause while your little girl
learns to walk
.:*My Little girl
Can Fly*:.

Precious Little One

I`m just a precious little one
who didn`t make it there.
I went straight to be with Jesus,
but I`m waiting for you here.
Many dwelling here where I live,
waited years to enter in.
Struggled through a world of sorow,
a world marred with pain and sin.
Thank you for the life you gave me,
it was brief but don`t complain.
I have all Heaven`s Glory,
suffered none of earth`s great pain.
Thank you for the name you gave me.
I`d have loved to bring it fame.
But if I`d lingered in earth`s shadows,
I would have suffered just the same.
So sweet family-don`t you sorrow.
Wipe those tears and chase the gloom.
I went straight to Jesus` arms
from my loving Mother`s womb.