The Tree of Hearts
By Karen Wawro 
As I place this little heart on the tree
I gently touch your name.

It is just a whisper, a name tried on
the tip of my tongue a few times
just to see how it would sound.

We never intended to use the
name so soon
but it fits you, my little baby.

My hopes, my dreams, go with you,
my child.
You will always hold my heart.

And as I look at your name hanging
on the tree
I look with sadness and pride
for you, my love.