In a quiet room, shadows dance,
as flickering flames whisper tales,
Our candles light the memories,
tiny heartbeats echoing in silence.
Our babies ventured into this world,
fragile dreams wrapped in swaddling hope,
each one a star burdened with brilliance,
yet their journeys touched us briefly.
Time slips like sand through gentle fingers;
years cascade, yet love remains unbroken,
Grief doesn’t dim with seasons;
it blooms timeless through whispers of wind.
One flame for joy that never fades,
one for tears we rendered as rivers,
one for moments tucked under our skin,
and one for all the “what could have been.”
These candles cast warmth upon soft eyes,
the ones who still feel and hold them close:
weightless echoes of tiny hands reaching out,
every caress yields to tenderness.
Our candles burn brightly amidst time's haze,
in each flicker lies endless love profound:
memories cherished where shadows can’t tread;
gifts of existence that shimmer around.
And as years unfold beneath life’s tender glow,
let these flames remind us: love is forever paid forward,
it ignites within us an eternal embrace,
a celebration, a promise not lost but reborn.
So here we gather in hushed reverence,
with hearts aflame remembering each light;
for though they danced only briefly here,
they kindle eternity's fire tonight.
You can find more poems, paintings, resources and books I've created about Babyloss here https://www.llmcalling.com/post/creative-resources-about-miscarriage-and-still-birth
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