IN MEMORY OF
miscarried December 22, 1998.
by Teri Vitus:
Dear Baby ~
I never held you or nursed you.
I never saw you smile.
I never looked deep in your beautiful eyes
and wondered what you thought.
I never comforted you or cuddled with you.
You lived inside me only for a while.
But, My Baby, I love you and I always, always will.
You've left an empty spot that no one else could fill.
But God gives me comfort, many times He tells me
When I get to heaven, I can see you there.
I will always love you--Mommy