Sometimes a life ends before it's even begun,
Dreams are broken for that daughter or son.
The name had been picked for a girl or a boy,
Even bought the furniture, diapers and toys.

And now all that is left is the hurt and the pain,
Good people try to help, then they try to explain.
Some say "It just wasn't meant to be",
Some say "Wait awhile, you'll forget, you'll see".

But deep in the hearts of the father and mother,
Is the image of a child unlike any other.
The image of that child lives on in their hearts.
The need is so real, their love to impart.

To impart to that child,
Their love and their giving.
The image of that child,
In their hearts will be living.

You will live on in my heart--
I will love you always....
your mum xx