Baby Death Poem

You Mean The World To Us

My friends lost their baby just before her birth. This poem is for them and for all the other parents who have carried their babies but God had other plans for their little ones.

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I am 21 and my partner is 22. Our baby girl, Eliza, at 16 weeks, was diagnosed with severe spina bifida. We had to make the tragic decision of a termination. We often wonder what she would...

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Daddy's Little Angel

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Published: October 2016

Tiny angel, baby girl
Spread your wings and fly.
God picked you as his special angel,
Up there in the sky.

Your mum and I are very sorry
For all that you went through.
I am forever devastated that
We never got to meet you.

We missed seeing your little smile,
Your little eyes and nose.
We missed holding your tiny hands
And tickling your little toes.

We thought we would get to share
Good times, laughter and fun,
But sadly you were taken from us
Before your life had begun.

I will think of you every single day,
And I know your mum will too.
And we will keep you close to our heart
In everything we do.

So whenever I see beautiful rainbow
High up in the sky
Or in the garden when I see
A graceful butterfly flutter by,

I'll think of you, my little one
'Cause you will always be
Forever in our hearts
For your beautiful mummy and me.

I will look to the sky on a starry night
And search for the brightest star,
As I will know that will be you
Shining down on us from afar.

Tiny angel, baby girl
Mummy and Daddy want you to know
That you mean the world to us.
We love you forever so.

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  • Helena Holt by Helena Holt
  • 1 year ago

I am 21 and my partner is 22. Our baby girl, Eliza, at 16 weeks, was diagnosed with severe spina bifida. We had to make the tragic decision of a termination. We often wonder what she would have looked like. But we know she'd have been daddy's little girl. Although we never met her, we miss her so much. This poem hit home for us. May she be the brightest star in the sky.

I'm truly so sorry for your loss. May you take comfort in knowing she is in safe hands.

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