IN MEMORY OF
miscarried December 30, 1998.
My precious little girl,
I wanted you so much.
I long each and every day to feel your baby touch.
I never saw or held you, or heard your baby cry.
Although I know you were very sick, why did you have to die?
The doctors said you had so many things wrong,
This really was for the best.
And although deep down, I know they were right,
It doesn't make the pain any less.
My heart aches every day imaging what your life could have been,
And knowing there's an emptiness for a future never to be seen.
I just hope wherever you are, you will know somehow, someway,
That you are loved more and more with every passing day.