Pushing to end preventable stillbirth in memory of Owen Nathaniel Vick
A tiny butterfly flutters down from above
As I tend to your garden expressing my love
Near in spirit or alive in momma’s heart
No distance nor passage of time can keep us apart
Little darling, I see every sign
Sweet baby, you will always be mine
Days go by,
Further from goodbye
Closer to hello
Never letting go
Memories of you
Tiny, precious, true
Nothing more real
Gone yet present still
Speak, breath, grow
A son I didn’t get to know
So much to learn, see, do
So little shared with you
From the first hello
My heart you stole
To the last goodbye
I never understood why
Your purpose is greater
Trusting in our Creator
Until we meet again
Your momma till the end