|Written in memory of our three babies, Junior, Kimberly Melissa, and Angel Winter Dawn.|
|Standing alone in "their" room,
I listen to the silence.
Three babies,three deaths.
Three times a nursery that will never
Be filled with laughter or impatient tears.
The nursery now lies empty
of all that I'd hope it would be.
"Next time" we were told we'd have our baby to hold.
"Next time" came and went,
leaving me with no more tears to be spent.
Our "next times" are over.
"Their" room is a guest room now,
A temporary room for a temporary stay.
The pink and white curtains with white eyelet lace,
Have long been put away.
Snoopy and his friends,
Have gone to live in another place.
The pretty blue quilt and tiny clothes
Lie in boxes now, reminders of their baby days.