"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

Rachel's Little Foot

Angel Bright. Deborah Styles, 2004.

As the days drift by without you,
And the world still carries on,
Why did I never meet you ?
What had I done so wrong ?
My love for you is powerful,
As your mother I am proud,
I dream that you are playing,
Upon a marshmallow cloud.

As I look up to the evening sky,
For Heather's shining light,
I send a prayer to the Angels there,
Take care of my Angel Bright.

Some people may not remember you,
But those who really care,
Look out for mummy when she's sad,
With love and hugs to share.
These people are her special friends,
I hope you have some too,
They understand just how I feel,
Because they have lost babies too.

As I look up to the evening sky,
For Heather's shining light,
I send a prayer to the Angels there,
Take care of my Angel Bright.

I am sending you a little gift,
Up to where the Angels play,
A balloon filled with all our love,
With a message attached to say.
Enclosed is a kiss from all of us,
And a hug to keep you warm,
A sprinkling of magic Fairy dust,
To protect you and keep you from harm.

As I look up to the evening sky,
For Heather's shining light,
I send a prayer to the Angels there,
Take care of my Angel Bright,
Darling Heather sleep tight.