There are no graves to lay flowers upon.
No places to go so we can mourn.
No photos; no footprints; no tiny clothes.
Only thoughts of “what if” or how far you would go.
Our hearts still ache; our love still here.
How we wish we could hold you and wipe your tears.
What would you have been, a boy or a girl?
Dimples like your brother; would your hair have curls?
Would your eyes be green, brown or blue?
We imaging these things for you were gone too soon.
We remember the day they said you would come.
So much to be planned; so much to be done.
Now we are here without you to hold,
but we will always remember no matter how old.
Our thoughts and our love forever will be.
Our sweet little ones; our angel babies.