A poem for Jennie

It is so hard to know what to do now. What words to say, I want to send you comfort, but don't know how.

This is probably the hardest time of all for you Jennie.

Trying to get back to some kind of normal......a new type of normal without Tilda.

I have seen a few other bloggers (though I like to call us all friends) send poems to you, written by other mummies who have been through your pain.

I would imagine those are the words you understand the most, words from kindred spirits.

This is one that I hope you like.

We are connected, My child and I,

by an invisible cord, not seen by the eye.

It's not like the cord that connects

us 'til birth 

This cord can't be seen by any on Earth.

This cord does its work right from the start.

It binds us together, attatched to my heart.

I know that it's there, though no one can see,

The invisible cord from my child to me.

The strength of this cord is hard to describe.

It can't be destroyed, it can't be denied.

It's stronger than any cord man could create,

It withstands the test, can hold any weight. 

And though you are gone,

Though you are not here with me,

The cord is still there, but no one can see. 

It pulls at my heart, I am bruised...I am sore,

But this cord is my lifeline, as never before.

I am thankful that God connects us this way,

A mother and child--Death can't take it away!

Thinking of you Jennie, as always xxxx

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Silent Sunday

Dear Jennie........

I have started this letter to you so many times in my head.

I feel like I know you,

I check in with you every day.

I read your words, I cry with you, I shake my fist at God for the terrible injustice of it all.

I cannot imagine your pain my love. It is unimaginable, incomprehensible.

You are living through every parents worst fear.

There are not enough words, when I can't give you back the one thing that you want, And Jennie I wish I could, with all my heart. We all do.

We all want to put Matida Mae back in your arms.

Both you and your baby girl have touched my life and everyone else's that has read your story and is with you every step of the way.

And I think that is baby Tilda's legacy, and you are making sure you carry her legacy on.

I have hugged my children a little tighter, appreciated them a little more. Tried to be a bit more patient.

My little girl has been bringing me a book to read to her for the last week or so. She has lots of books, but it always the same one. She finds it wherever I put it.

She comes and sits up next to me and always goes to the last page first.

We call her Matilda Mae, Amy can't speak yet but she touches her hair and wings.

"This little fairy is called Matilda Mae,

And she's looking down on us all today.

She lives on a cloud, way up in the sky,

And watches us all as the day goes by."

Not quite an angel book, but I don't think we have one and this is the closest thing Amy could find!

They say time is a great healer.......

So, I hope and pray in time Jennie, your heart will heal, the hole will grow smaller and you will learn how to live again.

In time.....Give it time. Be gentle on yourself.

Sending you pink and purple balloons, many bubbles, and all my love

Clare xxxx

P.S I will never forget Matilda Mae

To Jennie at http://www.edspire.co.uk/