Still My Son

Assembling an army to end preventable stillbirths


Loss Journey

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…

Loss Journey

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,…