"I felt the weight of him in my arms as I held him to me. I can feel that weight still. I think I will always remember the weight of him in my arms - a physical memory"

Becci

Heather's Little Hand

Heather

HEATHER

The autumn leaves are falling,
An Anniversary is calling,
With the Heather in full bloom.
I try to fight my inner gloom,
Peace engulfs my tired soul,
Acceptance can be very cruel,
I really thought this time for sure,
That mourning I would find a cure.

The sun today it is so bright,
And the moment also feels so right,
The richness of the damp sweet earth,
And echo's of children's liquid mirth,
Makes me realise how small we seem,
And pockets in time become a dream,
Life though cruel is beautiful too,
Though precious moments can be few.

So while you still have love to share,
Spend it with those that really care,
say precious words. any time of day
And don't worry what other people say,
To hold a treasure in your arms,
Only moments to take in her charms,
Then your precious child you have to set free,
A spirit Angel forever with me.

So time I'm afraid it does not heal,
The loss it fees like an angry wheal,
The pain it gradually slips away,
But the mark or memory will forever stay,
So yes the autumn leaves are falling,
And an Anniversary it is calling,
But as I gaze at the Heather's bloom,
I feel a lift in my inner gloom.

Deborah Styles. 04/10/01.
In memory of my daughter Heather
who went to play with the Angels on
14/10/98.