My Angel

This is dedicated to all the parents who are grieving the loss of a child from stillbirth

My angel



I hold you close

and smell your hair

I shed a tear

for God's not fair.

Of perfect angels

he has his share.



Why did he call

my cherub home?

Once happy rooms

are now a tomb.

They hold no life

just like my womb.





I hold my baby

I kiss his head

It was the thing

all mothers dread

I lost my baby

my heart is dead.



I lay him down

and tuck him tight.

He looks so peaceful

My sobs I fight

For a coffin this small,

a devestating sight.