Little Snowdrop by Peter Newell

“The world may never notice

If a Snowdrop doesn’t bloom,

Or even pause to wonder

If the petals fall too soon.

But every life that ever forms,

Or ever comes to be,

Touches the world in some small way

For all eternity.

The little one we longed for

Was swiftly here and gone.

But the love that was then planted

Is a light that still shines on.

And though our arms are empty,

Our hearts know what to do.

For every beating of our hearts

Says that we love you.”

It doesn’t matter what trimester you were in when your baby was called home. Your baby’s life will always have a place in history because of the outpouring of love you gave and continue to give each and every day. Your baby’s life was real, significant, and unique. The vast significance these babies play in our lives should be celebrated.

However, there is nothing I, nor anyone else can say to take the pain away. The yearning you feel in your heart and in your arms to hold your babies will always remain because as you may have heard grief is just love with no place to go.

But what I can tell is there is purpose in your pain. Will that purpose be revealed to you in a grand, obvious way or will it be revealed in more a subtle, unseen way. Just like the life cycle of a butterfly we must trust our journey will unfold just as it should.

~ Leslie