To the babies born sleeping…
It comforts me to think that you felt no pain. You knew nothing of fear, or hunger, or sadness.
It comforts me to think that for the short time you were alive and growing, you were safe, loved and held so tightly.
It comforts me to think that you were so loved.
But it shatters my heart into pieces to think of what you didn’t get to feel.
The kisses, the hugs, the laughter, the joy.
Waiting, full of love.
It knocks the breath out of my chest when I remember the pain of the moment you were gone.
Wherever you may be now, you still know nothing of fear, pain or sadness.
That is something that warms me when the nights are vicious and the memories vivid.
Stay sleeping and safe, forevermore.
All the precious little angels who were never born.
You are never forgotten.
© LPIO 2017