"They placed our beautiful girl, all wrapped in a shawl and bonnet in my arms for her mummy to cradle, to go to sleep and to breathe the last out of her perfect little form. I watched in awe at this beauty, a precious gift. Were there angels nearby I wondered ready for her?"

Kerry

Oskar's Little Hand

Snowflake (a poem for Rachel Charlotte)

Christmas eve they sometimes fall
Snowflakes so soft and pure
Melting away to fall again
Another day, we don't know when

Just like you our darling Rachel
Soft and pure
Our little angel

We know we will meet again
We don't know where
We don't know when
But until we do, our little love
We'll send our love to you above
Up to the clouds way up high
Our love to you will never die

So when the snowflakes fall again
From the clouds above
We'll think of you,
Our little girl
Our pure white little dove

Nikki Grange