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.
This beautiful poem was posted by Feileacain (Stillbirth and Neonatal Death Association of Ireland), a newly formed not for profit organisation. Find out more at http://www.feileacain.ie/