William's corner in heaven

We've been meaning to share this poem for a while. It's been on our fridge since the week we came home from the hospital. We were at out lowest during that time. The poem came enclosed in a beautiful card from a family member, one of the first cards we received. We had no idea how many cards would follow...

This poem has helped us imagine a happy William up there with other babies... an angel band. And it reminds us of how far we've come since leaving the hospital without him.

The poem reads:

To Mother and Father

(on the death of a child)

There's a corner up in Heaven

Where the little babies play,

And our Blessed Mother watches

All throughout the livelong day.

They're a happy lot, these babies,

Sure the reason's very plain;

For they've missed the world's contagion;

Came unscathed, without its pain.

'Tis an angel band, they call them.

And you both shall blessed be:

You're the parents of an angel,

Cause your baby's there you see.

Yes, and smiling down upon you

With an innocence sublime;

Waiting, watching for the parents

They will meet in time.

May you never be rebellious.

Rather looking to that Day --

When your little guardian angel,

Will come and lead you on the Way --

With faith that falters not,

Clasp each other's hand,

Pledge yourselves to meet your baby

In that better, Happy Land.