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.
Crafting Your Life 
Bless our little angels taken from us too soon.
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Thank you for taking your time to read this very personal and emotional post. I mess them so much.
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It’s hard to wonder what might have been. thank you for sharing
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Thank you for sharing. God decided that he needed my three angels back a bit early. I thank Him for blessing me with them and know that He is taking better care of them than I EVER could. I will never stop loving them but knowing they are in God’s arms gives me comfort. Yes, I do wonder what would have been and who they would look like. The eldest would have been 20 years old this year.
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Yes mine would be in their late teens.
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Lovely tribute. Thank you for visiting the Art Prescription. I’ve been a nurse for many years and worked in pediatric ICU. I ran a support group for neonatal loss which covered loss from conception on. You have brought voice here to something that is not spoken about much. Healing words.
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Thank you for your sweet words.
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It’s beautiful.
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Thank you.
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