Lullaby
She doesn’t like to see you cry
From somewhere, up there, in the sky...
Because she’s perfectly at peace
Upon the clouds on which she sleeps
And though it hurts her tiny heart
That she can’t be here, in your arms
She doesn’t have to feel your touch
To know how deeply she is loved
And though she’s sad, her time was short
Right here with you, on Earth, of course
The power of her purpose shines
So far beyond the bounds of time
Not only as your cherished one
But as a special guardian
Who’s watching every single day
And guiding you, along the way...
From where, she’s sheltered from all harm
And resting safely in God’s arms...
And waiting patiently, on end
Till you can hold her, once again
But until then, no matter what-
She’ll be there, watching from above
And singing you, sweet lullabies
The every time she hears you cry:
“...Hush, little mommy, don’t be sad...
I love you dearly, you and dad...
And if you ask God why I’m gone...
He says, ‘cause I’m your Angel, mom...”
Nothing seems more cruel to the human experience than the loss of a child. Whether a miscarriage or a child who passed away, these precious souls left a mark. Their innocence is immortal- they left as pure as how they came. For that reason, what else could they be, but angels?
This poem honours them and the impact they had during their short stay in the physical realm.