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12/22/99 – 10/1/01
The agony I’ve known
I pray that all your little ones
Will stay until they’ve grown.
I pray that you can really hear
My brokenhearted cries
So you will know the anguish
When a child dies.I pray it makes you hold them
Closer to your breast
And savor every moment
As if it were the best.
For none of us can ever know
How soon they will be gone
And all we’ll have are memories
To hold us in the dawn.Your Father cares and He holds you close
God gave you those children,
He’s the One who loves them most
Oh dear and tired mother
Of rambunctious little lambs
Do not grow weary of washing
And helping little hands.
Remember that these precious ones
May not be with us long
And we will have to suffer
Such pain when they are gone
So when you cry at one more day
Of toys spread on the floor
Imagine if they weren’t there
To mess up anymore.
Think of all those precious times
You’ll miss and wish you had
You’ll see those things that irked you so
They weren’t all that bad.
Your Father cares and He holds you close
God gave you those children
He’s the One who loves them most
Hold them closer for awhile
And stroke their silky hair
And hug them gently once for me
I wish that I were there.
For as I cry out for my son
Who cannot feel my touch
My heart cries out to tell you all
You can never love too much.
Your Father cares and He holds you close
God gave you those children
He’s the One who loves them most
© Copyright 1997 Vickilynn Haycraft August 1, 1997 11 months after son Benjamin died
Our Little Braveheart 
I remember Jacob and how his parents lost him during surgery so many years ago. He was a sweet boy. Do you keep in touch with his parents?
Yes, we do! We actually visited the whole family in July – they will be lifelong friends.
That poem makes me cry, but I love it.
Thinking of Jacob, of Dylan, and of all the little ones whose lives here on Earth were much too brief.
Tears flowed as I read this beautiful, and oh so true, poem. Love to you Jennifer and Mark.