Parents' Poems

Tamara's Poems

Tamara and I also met at MISS.
Tamara wrote these poem's in memory of her daughter, Hope.
You can visit Hope's website by clicking: For Hope

Tiny Footprints

These are my footprints,
so perfect and so small.
These tiny footprints,
never touched the ground at all.

Not one tiny footprint,
for now I have my wings.
These tiny footprints were meant
for other things.

You will hear my tiny footprints,
in the patter of the rain.
Gentle drops like angel's tears,
of joy and not from pain.

You will see my tiny footprints,
in each butterflies'lazy dance.
I'll let you know I'm with you,
if you just give me a chance.

You will see my tiny footprints,
in the rustle of the leaves.
I will whisper names into the wind,
and call each one that grieves.

Most of all, these tiny footprints,
are found on mommy's heart.
'Cause even though I'm gone now,
we'll NEVER truly part.

BY: Tamara Barker, Hope's mommy

Tiny Footprints

Most babies rest in crib or cradle,
with loves ones all around.
My baby rests in a snow-white casket,
nestled deep beneath the ground.

Most babies need their clothes changed,
many times thoughout their days.
My baby needs but one wee frock,
in that forever she stays.

Most babies learn to roll and sit,
and stand up one fine day.
My baby never learned these things,
her body can only lay.

But her spirit? What of it?
I ask before I sleep.
I close my eyes and race to dream
before I start to weep.

Most babies grow to be adults,
scaling life's steep slope.
Most babies stay upon the earth,
but they are not my Hope.

Most mommy's never feel this pain,
so I wonder, can they know?
A loss is a loss, a child is a child
whether or not it could grow!

I guess this is our secret,
that though they're out of sight...
Our babies grow in mommy's heart,
from memories locked up tight.

As always, for my forever baby Hope....Love, Mommy

BY: Tamara

You are listening to the Humming Chorus
from Madame Butterfly, by Puccini.

Kangaroo by Animation Factory

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