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This is a poem we read at Abbie’s funeral and is included in the memory boxes:


These are my footprints, so perfect and so small.
These tiny footprints, never touched the ground at all.

Not one tiny footprint, for now I have wings.
These tiny footprints were meant for other things.

You will hear my tiny footprints, in the patter of the rain.
Gentle drops like angel’s tears, of joy and not from pain.

You will see my tiny footprints, in each butterfly’s lazy dance.
I’ll let you know I’m with you, if you’ll just give me the chance.

You will see my tiny footprints, in the rustle of the leaves.
I will whisper names into the wind, and call each one that grieves.

Most of all, these tiny footprints, are found in Mummy and Daddy’s hearts.
Because even though I’m gone now, we’ll never truly part.

Emma. February 2003


This is by Romina who lost one of her twin’s, Joseph, and had called the twins her ‘Spider Monkeys’ during her pregnancy:

The tale of the Spider monkeys

It felt like an eternity since the day that her world ended and the emptiness clutched at the place where her heart had been, making her feel older and somehow disconnected to the world around her. The tears were frozen in their ducts as if afraid that if they ventured out, that it would all be true. The drowning sensation tugged at her daily and the steady buzzing would increase in volume in her ears like a hive of angry wasps whilst people around her would nod sympathetically or offer condolences.

Her tired mind struggled to take in the enormity of how her life had just ended but yet the world could keep spinning around her. She had lost her precious spider monkey and in that instant, life seized to exist. We watch her carefully as one heavy, emotionally drained footstep followed another until the tired, dazed mother spider monkey eventually collapsed onto the bed into a dreamless sleep…..or so it would appear…….

As the mother tossed and turned and screamed a voiceless cry; a bright light appeared near her, steadily growing stronger and brighter with each second. The mother ceased her frantic battle and grew calm as a gentle hand protruded from the white light and stroked her face. “Dear mother, it is I, your little spider monkey. I wanted to see you before I travelled up to heaven so that I might remember your face and also so that I could reassure you that I’m ok. I’m just as sad as you that we weren’t able to spend time together on this earth but I have been told I have been destined for bigger things which, is why I had to leave you. I saw you at the hospital cradling my body and I saw the pain coursing through you which every heart wrenching sob and I really wanted to hold you tight, maybe you felt my presence? I used to love being with you and listening to you talking about all the things that you wanted to do with me,; teach me to ride a bike, fly a kite…

I don’t want you to blame yourself for what happened; I can’t tell you why but believe me when I say I  am safe and happy and that I didn’t leave because I didn’t love you. I will never really be apart from you- I will whisper your name into the wind on a lazy summery day, I will let my soul twinkle down from the night sky, when the summer sun warms your skin; that’ll be me snuggling in for comfort and to gather your smell. Most of all, mother dearest, we will never really be apart because you’ll always keep a part of me in your heart.”