A grain of sand would fair so well, to find its tiny home
Through pain and strife a pearl is born;
Its beauty is well known.
Amazed at how a pearl is made, I think about my own.
Our tiny Babe was nestled deep-
Not where it should have grown.
Yet ours will never be the gem
The sand was meant to be
Instead a precious angel sits above and waits for me.
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Remembering our Pearl baby on his would-be birthday.
Apparently, it's now a collection.
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Beautiful poem. I am sorry for your loss.
that is so beautiful, and so sad. I'm so sorry it is a collection now.
I'm sorry Pearl isn't there with you like she should be.
xx
I found your blog through the LFC blog.
I am so sorry for your loss. My due date was a difficult one too. It made the whole thing more real and final somehow. It was almost like my baby would still find a way to come by her due date, but the date came and went, and there was still no little baby to hold in my arms.
Hang in there. It is an awful road to walk, but just remember, you don't have to walk it alone. Sending you many hugs.
Melissa
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