Broken hearted

At 8 weeks you had to go
It will be ok, this we know
We will miss you just the same
Know we loved you, little baby with no name

These are my footprints,

so perfect and so small.

These tiny footprints

never touched the ground at all.

Not one tiny footprint,

for now I have wings.

These tiny footprints were meant

for other things.

You will hear my tiny footprints,

in the patter of the rain.

You will see my tiny footprints,

in each butterflies' lazy dance.

I'll let you know I'm with you,

if you just give me the chance.

You will see my tiny footprints,

in the rustle of the leaves.

I will whisper names into the wind,

and call each one that grieves by name.

Love from your family,
Mommy, Daddy, Shawn, and Mason

June 17, 2011