I wrote this a while ago. I wish more than anything that I could meet them one more time.
I don’t believe in heaven
Yet still I talk to you
I think that you can hear me,
I hope that it is true.
You are my precious baby.
I’ll love you all my life,
Though we never got to hold you, and the pain cuts like a knife.
Talking makes it less like I really said goodbye,
I say such silly nothings, like ‘do you see the sky?’
Please know your Daddy loves you,
And how Mummy loves you too.
And how the world would have smiled just as soon as they knew you.
I think that you’re still out there, your heart beats in my dreams.
Although rules say your name shouldn’t go on the family tree,
You were real to us.
You were real to me.