Kennedie Madison was stillborn on June 15, 2004 due to a rare chromosome abnormality and absence of diastolic flow through the umbilical cord. She was 1.5 lbs and 11 3/4 inches long. She was born at 31 weeks 4 days gestation.
Written for my angel:
I'll never hear you laugh or cry
Or see you run and play.
But in my dreams at night, my child,
I still can hear you say:
"Mommy, I'm an Angel now,
And though I'm not in your arms;
I am all around you,
I will keep you safe from harm.
When you feel a gentle breeze
Blow upon your skin;
That's my gentle touch you're feeling,
To show you where I've been.
Although you cannot hold my hands,
Or kiss my cheeks, you'll see-
If you look up high into the sky,
The brightest star is me."
Written for my angel:
I'll never hear you laugh or cry
Or see you run and play.
But in my dreams at night, my child,
I still can hear you say:
"Mommy, I'm an Angel now,
And though I'm not in your arms;
I am all around you,
I will keep you safe from harm.
When you feel a gentle breeze
Blow upon your skin;
That's my gentle touch you're feeling,
To show you where I've been.
Although you cannot hold my hands,
Or kiss my cheeks, you'll see-
If you look up high into the sky,
The brightest star is me."
Kennedie Madison was stillborn on June 15, 2004 due to a rare chromosome abnormality and absence of diastolic flow through the umbilical cord. She was 1.5 lbs and 11 3/4 inches long. She was born at 31 weeks 4 days gestation.
Written for my angel:
I'll never hear you laugh or cry
Or see you run and play.
But in my dreams at night, my child,
I still can hear you say:
"Mommy, I'm an Angel now,
And though I'm not in your arms;
I am all around you,
I will keep you safe from harm.
When you feel a gentle breeze
Blow upon your skin;
That's my gentle touch you're feeling,
To show you where I've been.
Although you cannot hold my hands,
Or kiss my cheeks, you'll see-
If you look up high into the sky,
The brightest star is me."
Written for my angel:
I'll never hear you laugh or cry
Or see you run and play.
But in my dreams at night, my child,
I still can hear you say:
"Mommy, I'm an Angel now,
And though I'm not in your arms;
I am all around you,
I will keep you safe from harm.
When you feel a gentle breeze
Blow upon your skin;
That's my gentle touch you're feeling,
To show you where I've been.
Although you cannot hold my hands,
Or kiss my cheeks, you'll see-
If you look up high into the sky,
The brightest star is me."
