Naming. - Poem by Lizzy Tomlinson
There's four special little Angels,
That live with God above.
We got no chance to name them,
So I do it now, with love.
Baby Bobbi, you were the first,
Great loss in our lives.
The pain I felt while losing you,
Like red~hot slashing knives.
Little Terri, Tammi's twin,
A few weeks in the making.
When the painful bleeding came,
And your life was taken.
Wee Billi, named after your dad.
Oh baby, how I wish we had,
Been able to go past month two.
Harrowing, the day that we lost you.
Tiny Rikki, our last child,
You too, were not to be.
But mummy sends her love to you,
And the other three.
You have your daddy with you now,
That brings me some relief.
But I wish I had you all with me,
Oh. Joy beyond belief.
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