You rested in your mother’s arms.
Her tears mingled with your grandma’s
As they let you gently go.
I felt their pain, I knew their woe.
Good-bye, little one, good-bye.
The vent was silent, the alarms were off
There was nothing left to do but wait
And wonder at the reason why
A family must say good-bye
God bless, little one, God bless.
I offer words of hope and promise
And cling to them as my own
For no one knows or understands
As they kiss tiny feet and touch tiny hands
Good-bye little one, good-bye.
Would that I could change the world
And heal each patient from disease
And find a way to ease the pain
But I could not stop death’s sad refrain
Good-bye, little one, Good-bye.
An Unfinished Symphony 
Your poem touched my heart – I have experienced the death of two of my sons – not as infants, but as adults – but the pain of missing them remains always – that they are the beloved of my heart. And I remember tenderly kissing their hands and feet as babies – never enough kisses, never enough time.
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*tears and hugs*
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Prayers for the family and for the chaplain.
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it makes the gift of a new life that much sweeter when we recognize that not every little soul makes it through the veil between the worlds…
reach out to the midwife/physician too – they are hurting with the family
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So true, Claudia. I spent time with the baby’s nurses and at least touched base with Neonatologist. Stopping to appreciate the little miracles we see every day is so key to doing our best for the next baby… ❤ you
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