Hi Mummy,

It’s me, your little Angel, Just checking in with you.
I know you’re sad, because I’m gone and Mummy I’m sad too. It’s beautiful here, wherever I am, there’s such a lovely view. But mostly when I’m sitting here I’m looking down at you. I see all your feelings everyday when I look down I love to see you smile and I know sometimes you frown. But guess what? I have a job to do. God saved it for your little girl I get to watch over you and protect you from the world. So though you cannot see me and I know it’s hard on you, You’ll surely see the benefits of the job God has me do. Angels all around us Morning, noon and night, wishing they were visible, in their lovely bright light, as they leave their fragrances, or voices that we hear, whispers of jasmine and roses, signs to know that they are near. They sometimes nudge us, to remind us, with a fuss, and that's a big plus. They will drop their feathers, to let you know they are your guide, often they will do this, with lots and lots of pride. Games, jokes and laughter, are their specialty for play. They love to fly out and do this, throughout the whole day. Today can be tomorrow, tomorrow can be today, Have fun with your angel and begin to angel play. So, open your heart to your angels and believe that they are there, Then you will have a delightful ANGEL DAY.

Safely Home 

I am home in Heaven, dear ones; Oh, so happy and so bright!
There is perfect joy and beauty In this everlasting light.

All the pain and grief is over, Every restless tossing passed;
I am now at peace forever, Safely home in Heaven at last.

Did you wonder I so calmly Trod the valley of the shade?
Oh! But Jesus' love illumined Every dark and fearful Glade.

And He came Himself to meet me In that way so hard to tread;
And with Jesus' arm to lean on Could I have one doubt or dread?

Then you must not grieve so sorely, For I love you dearly still
Try to look beyond earth's shadows, Pray to trust our Father's will.

There is work still waiting for you So you must not idle stand;
Do it now while life remaineth - You shall rest in Jesus' land.

When that work is all completed, He will gently call you home;
Oh, the rapture of that meeting, Oh, the joy to see you come!

The Intimacy of The Loss of a Child

We're not fortunate enough to hold them in our arms, Or brag incessantly of their considerable charms. We've felt the elation of the + plus and the all consuming loss and pain, yet we have the bravery and the chutzpah to try it again. We've fielded questions from those that we know, "Where's the baby, why are you going so slow?" I'm unable to speak for fear of what I'll say, They cannot know the burden I carry with me each day. I've pondered and wrestled with that question alone, For now, I'll answer "4 babies in heaven and one at home." The pain and suffering is heart rending to share, So when I'm overwhelmed I sit in my chair. My Keyboard channels my heart and my soul, To those of you out there who help make me whole. We're all sisters who are the butt of a huge cosmic joke, we see women get pregnant whose children have no hope. Our support line is a gift when we are feeling blue, My thoughts and my prayers to each of you. Thanks for being a forum and being a place, where we're not ashamed to have tears on our face.