To All Angel Mommies this Christmas...

I find that I just want to talk about my baby sometimes. He was alive, he was beautiful...he was a gift from God. We were blessed to have him a part of our lives. I was blessed to feel his body grow within mine...to feel his feet kicking me...to know that his heart was beating inside of me. I get upset, especially at this time of year, when people disregard him. I know that it is sometimes how people deal with things. I've even been told "Don't be selfish, I don't talk about him to protect my emotional well being"...BUT what about MY emotional well being? as his mother who is still grieving the loss of her little baby, sometimes I just want to validate and reiterate his existence. Please let me do this...don't change the subject when I need to talk about him. This would have been his first Christmas, and I just miss him so much...

To All Angel Mommies,

We are Angel parents and though it’s sad it’s true,
We live each day in silence, just so not to upset you,
Choice we do not have because no-one wants to hear,
About the babies up in Heaven who we hold so dear.

We are Angel parents, it’s a lonely place to be,
People tend to shy away than stand and talk to me,
Only other Angel friends understand the way we feel,
They empathize and hold our hands because their pain is real.

We are Angel parents, not a title we’d hope to earn,
This was set upon us with the loss of the child we yearned,
No-one wants to be here, the membership brings pain,
The need to speak of our Angels is something we constrain.

We are Angel parents, it’s time we take a stand,
Voice our Angel stories because we know firsthand,
That this can happen to anyone, and though it’s sad it’s true,
The next poor soul to join this club may very well be you...

A Christmas Party in Heaven...

To Mark,

It's the night before Christmas, we're all filled with joy,
except when we think of you, our little Marky boy.

The stockings are hung by the chimney with care,
and in our hearts it's as if you were still here.

Your brothers are sleeping, in their bedrooms they lay,
but we're still filled with grief for our baby and that sad day.

You see, this would have been your first Christmas,
And having you here would have been pure bliss.

As I wrap up the presents my thoughts are on you,
and what we'd have bought if you were here, too.

A car, a ball, a red fire truck,
or maybe a rabbit's foot to bring you good luck.

The tree is all trimmed with bright coloured balls,
and decorations hang on all of the walls.

It looks so pretty - - I wonder if you see,
Your Christmas angel we've hung on the tree.

Tomorrow is Christmas; I'll try not to be sad,
I'll count all my blessings and try to be glad.

You've not a part in our future - - you were a part of our past
and someday I know we'll be together at last.