You are the parents whose hearts broke in two
In the minute your own babies stopped.
You are the parents who went back to a house,
Empty arms, empty room, empty cot.

You are the parents, those 1 in 4 parents
Who people can’t look in the eye.
For how do you comfort a friend who’s in pain
From the shock that their baby has died?

You are the parents who sit on the sidelines
And watch other families grow.
The sadness, it numbs you, your grief drags you down,
But you carry on, put on a show.

You are the parents whose babies won’t age,
Every birthday, the candles stay burning.
“Each year will get easier,” people will say,
Buy you know you will spend your lives yearning.

You are the parents who don’t get the ‘firsts’,
Their first tooth, their first day at school.
Their first laugh, their first words, the first steps they take,
Or their first little swim in a pool.

But you are the parents whose strength only grows
With the love for the baby you lost.
You are the parents who carry on fighting,
And living, at every cost.

You are the parents who give hope to others,
Who speak of their babies with pride.
You are the parents who carry on life
With an angel who walks by your side.

You are their parents, you’ll always be parents,
No matter what anyone says.
Our little ones made us the people we are,
And we’ll love them for all of our days.

xxx