Baby Angel

Baby Angel.

I used to think that life was hard,
And that, was before I knew.
I found out how hard life is,
For me and my family too.
Members of a secret club,
With many degrees of pain.
A club we never asked to join,
And never want to join again.
Instead of walking with heads held high,
Our feet drag along the ground.
Our sorrows will stay with us,
Until we too, are angel bound.
The days are long and hard to fill,
At night we ache to hold you.
All we have now are memories,
And remembering is all that we can do.
Where angels and fairies play,
A beautiful flower grows,
Shine with the stars, baby angel,
Our beautiful Crystal Rose.

All our love
xxxxx

Fiona Robertson
17-06-04

Baby Angel

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Joined October 2008

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Written for my second daughter, who lived for 74 short minutes.
Read at SANDS International Loss Day in Brisbane, Otober 2004

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