Infants Remembered In Silence (IRIS) - Poems

Baby Land

Shantel Bartlett

In this place called baby land,
Where my son lays down his head.
There are many other babies around,
These are their final beds.

In this place called baby land,
We come to visit and pray.
I lie on my back, looking up,
I just don’t know what to say.

In this place called baby land,
Where I come to speak to my son.
I have to face reality,
Here I can no longer run.

In this place called baby land,
Where I feel you always are.
Please remember mommy and daddy love you,
We are never all that far.

In this place called baby land,
The tears flow like a hard spring rain.
I sob, and though it won’t bring you back,
It does seem to ease the pain.

In this place called baby land,
Where my son can rest and be free.
This is where mommies and daddies come,
In hopes that God will help them see.

In this place called baby land,
There is no longer a reason to ask, why?
God had bigger plans for all of them,
So here we come to say…good bye.

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