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(In loving memory of a little angel
joanne savage (bowes)who sadley
passed away due to potter's
syndrome after living thirty
minutes on the 16th of march
1985 also twin foetus)
As i felt my stomach grow
And my pregnancy soon to show
Feeling sick and swollen hands.
Counting days was so good
To be a mum i soon would
You moved and kicked about
My stomach getting bigger.
I was told there were two
Worried, wondering how i'd cope
Withsome help,I did hope.
Then my blood pressure showed a rise
Hospital to my surprise.
Protein in my water
Scan they did declare
Only one to be shown
Something wrong i should have known.
Lots of doctors i did see
None of them could help me.
Instead to be told you couldn't survive
Very lucky to be born alive.
They never let me say goodbye
And took you to be baptised.
My stomach empty,my heart in pain
Now in heaven you remain.
Safe in jesus'arms until we meet again.
Fate
When you were taken from me,
It was as if I had lost control,
Fate stepped in,
My heart was ripped from my body, still beating,
Fate holds it, pulsating in its hands,
Taking its measure,
While my screaming, fade away to existence,
Will I be found wanting?
Oh! Indeed yes.
But how can it be?
To exist, and not live is a punishment, is it not?
What sin have I commited?
It must be bad, because losing you is such hell,
Oh sweetest of loves,
Hear me beyond death, I love you so much,
This love, our love, is true,
Help me my darling, as I have not your brave heart,
Indeed I have none,
I need your strength to carry on.
Chelsea Ballantyne
Don’t let them say that we weren't born, that something stopped our hearts,
We felt each tender squeeze you gave, We loved you from the start.
Although our bodies you can’t hold, it doesn’t mean we're gone,
This world was worthy not of us, God chose that we move on,
we know the pain that drowns your soul, what you are forced to face,
You have our word, we’ll fill your arms, someday we will embrace.
You’ll hear that it was “meant to be, God doesn’t make mistakes”
But that won’t soften your worst blow or make your heart not ache.
we're watching over all you do, another child you’ll bear,
Believe me when we say to you, that we are always there.
There will come a time, we promise you, when you will hold our hands,
Stroke our faces, kiss our lips and then you’ll understand.
Although we never breathed your air, or gazed into your eyes,
That doesn’t mean we never “were”…An Angel Never Dies.
