craigb
I can't help but think that most of those parents are probably sitting at home with presents wrapped for a child that no longer is alive to enjoy them... The timing of this (i.e., during a season where families generally think more about each other) makes it that much worse.
I wrote a poem last night that illustrates that horrible truth:
Unopened presents under the tree,
Stockings full of toys and candy.
A shiny new bike sits outside,
A pretty doll with a bow tie.
Favorite box of cereal remains half full,
Favorite ice cream once made them drool.
A matchbox car sits on the rug,
A coloring book not quite done.
Little laughter in a memory,
Pitter patter of little feet.
Little cries for spilled juice,
Sometimes having to call a truce.
Pain will slowly fade away,
Hearts will mend day by day.
Forever will their memory remain,
Until we meet again.
12/14/2012 - We won't forget... RIP little ones.