Our Angel Lamb
My spirit is lifted on beautiful wings
   To where the Shepherd watches over his most precious lambs.
The barriers of the body no longer hold me back.
Though you must wait to hold me in your arms
   Do not think that I am left wanting,
For I constantly feel the gentle caress of your love.
                                                        ~P. Flynn
Violet Hue of Remembrance
The treasured precious violet hues
   Reach to the horizon from the skies,
It seems a reminder from heaven to earth
  That the love of our child never dies.
                                                        ~P. Flynn

The 1st Breath

I listen for you now,

   as I listened at your birth

Until now I never fully grasped

   just how much 1 breath is worth.

My arms still ache to hold you,

   and caress you to my chest,

I pray no other parent must suffer

    the absence of a baby’s 1st Breath.

~P. Flynn

Pennies from Heaven

I found a penny today 
laying on the ground,
but it is not just a penny 
this little coin I have found.

Found pennies come from Heaven.
That's what my Grandpa, told me.
He said, Angels toss the down.
Oh, how I love that story.

He said when an Angel misses you
they toss a penny down,
sometimes just to cheer you up,
to make a smile from your frown.

So don't pass by that penny when
you are feeling blue,
it may be a Penny from Heaven that
an Angel tossed to you.

by Charles Mashburn
Poem used by 1st Breath with authors permission.


“There is no agony like bearing an untold story inside of you.”

--Maya Angelou

Little Snowdrop

The world may never notice

If a snowdrop doesn't bloom,

Or even pause to wonder

If the petals fall too soon.

But every life that ever forms,

Or ever comes to be,

Touches the world in some small way

For all eternity.

The little one we longed for

Was swiftly here and gone

But the love that was then planted

Is a light that still shines on.

And though our arms are empty
Our hearts know what to do,
For every beating of our hearts
Says that we love you.

-Author Unknown

Father's Grief

It must be very difficult
To be a man in grief,
Since "men don't cry" and "men are strong"
No tears can bring relief.

It must be very difficult
To stand up to the test,
And field the calls and visitors
So she can get some rest.

They always ask if she's all right
And what she's going through....
But seldom take his hand and ask,
"My friend, but how are you?"

He hears her crying in the night
And thinks his heart will break.
He dries her tears and comforts her,
But "stays strong" for her sake.

It must be very difficult
To start each day anew.
And try to be so very brave-
He lost his baby too.

-Author Unknown

Forget Me Not

Our little ones whisper,
“Forget me not,”
As their specialness wraps
Around our aching hearts.

Their short little lives
Hold meaning and love.
Their spirits have touched us—
Each and everyone.

They have left their gifts
For us to uncover,
If we open our eyes,
Our hearts, and our minds.

The road to discovery
Is hilly, deep, and dark.
Will we long harbor only the pain
Or set our wings for the light?

Our lives have been changed,
Our paths filled with sorrow.
Yet, their memories embrace us,
And our love lasts forever.

If we open our hearts,
Their gifts shall unfold,
As we
Forget them not!

Sherokee Ilse  1993

Love cannot be measured by increments of time...
An entire lifetime of love can be squeezed into a few brief moments when necessary.

Sometimes miracles arrive so tiny that we cannot feel the weight of them, and yet we are still changed and we are blessed none the less.

Our hopes and dreams are now carried on butterfly wings.

As a butterfly graces our lives with one moment's fragile beauty, so too has your baby's presence blessed you, and those that surround you with their short life, and unique spirit.  May you find peace, and joy with each butterfly that passes, knowing that your baby lives on in the hearts of all they touched.
~ Authors unknown

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 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 the 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 and Daddy's hearts.
Case even though I'm gone now,
We'll never truly part."

Author unknown