International Bereaved Mother's Day

Here is a little poem I wrote to mark the day today.

Sweet Dreams

I made a little home for you
But you couldn’t stay.
So I prayed a little home for you
To keep you nice and safe.

I put your little pictures
In little silver frames.
Each night I whisper “Sweet Dreams”
Even through the pain.

I bought a little dragon
He sits quietly in your room.
I planted a little rose bush
Light peach are its blooms.

I made a little owl
He is sitting on a chair.
I’d imagined you and I would sit
Cuddling closely there.

These things I do remind me
Of the ones who could have been
The ones that nearly were
The babes no-one has seen.

But I knew you were there
I felt you every day
I miss you both so much
More than words can say

One day I hope to have a babe
To hold close to my heart.
But I will never forget
The ones there from the start.

So sweet sweet dreams
My darlings; babies one and two
Be assured although you’re gone
Your Mama still loves you.