Earlier today, a dear friend shared the following poem with me and I think that you all might find comfort and healing from it as well! Blessings!

My child is gone, without a cry
No tender hugs, no saying goodbye
No fingers to count, no mouth to feed
No name to pick, no stories to read
No bundle to rock, no hand to hold
No tears to catch, no blanket to fold
No dreams to share, no stories told
No eyes meeting mine, just a heart that feels cold
My child is gone, without a cry
No tender hugs, no saying goodbye

Sheri Timmers - 4-20-2012