On your journey to heaven
Oh, littlest of angels,
I will forever give thanks
You came first to my arms,
Where you lay in warm sweetness
For the briefest of moments.
Not even the rosebud,
Nor the first crocus petal,
Could match the soft wonder of your small,
flowering face…
Though you lingered only briefly,
our torn hearts found comfort;
and your very presence
gave our sorrow grace.
Etched in our memories
To hold and to treasure
Are experiences we had not known;
These you gave in your innocence.
And oh, little darling,
We are richer by far,
To have held you a moment,
Than never to have held you at all.
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