Goodbye to little B.

Up in heaven,
there is a new angel.
Down on earth,
there is a broken hearted mother.

How do you comfort this poor mum,
especially you had never walked her path.
You don't know what to say.
Just hold her hand, give it a gentle squeeze.

You see, twenty years ago,
I walked that path.
It was like yesterday,
I handed my baby for his autopsy.
My heart was torn apart by a tornado.
I walked out of that maternity ward.
My arms were empty,
But it was as if I was carrying a ton.

What a horrible Father's Day is for you.

To this new grieving Mum C,
To this new grieving Dda O.
To this new grieving Grandma M and Grand Dad B,

My prayers for comfort are for you.