(A mother`s lament)
Oh rest your head my little one
Upon a silken cloud
And let the angels cradle you
Wrapped in a golden shroud
In love, I bore your tiny form
So pure, so calm, so still
And gazed upon your precious face
My dreams n`er to fulfil
I ached to see the breath of life
To hear the sweetest cry
Rise up within your silent breast
So so still you did lie
Then held you tightly in my arms
Pressed close against my heart
And wept an avalanche of tears
To know that we must part
And as the years pass by, my child,
Your mem`ry will remain
No-one will ever understand
This everlasting pain
You`ll always be a part of me
A gift from heaven above
And `though I`ll never hold your hand
You`ll always have my love
So rest your head my little one
Upon a silken cloud
Within my dreams I`ll cradle you
My love for you avowed
Valerie Dohren
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stillborn-6/
